Zandalee

Every few years, a film redefines the boundaries of screen sexuality: Last Tango in Paris or Ai no Corrida, for example. On the other hand, there is trite soft-porn rubbish like Nine 2 Weeks or Full Moon Junction. This flaccid effort from Kiwi director Pillsbury wants to be 'Last Tango in New Orleans', but feels like nine-and-a-half weeks in Full Moon Junction. 'I wanna shake you naked and eat you alive, Zandalee' pants passionate artist Nicolas Cage. Amazingly, his best friend's wife (Anderson) falls for this line, immediately consenting to torrid sex. Zandalee's journey through the empire of the senses (from wanton knee-trembler to forced anal sex in a confessional) plumbs the usual depths of female masochism. Meanwhile, husband Judge Reinhold ponders the loss of his poetic muse, then cracks up completely. The plot is daft, the dialogue worse. Asked about working with naked female models, Cage admits: 'When that big red snatch is comin' at yer like a freight train, it's pretty hard to paint, I'll tell yer'.