Sensation (1994) – Brian Grant.

'Eric Roberts is okay if you like saxophones!'

As much as I would deny it in polite company, privately I don't find the idea of a supernaturally-inflected erotic thriller starring Eric Roberts to be an altogether disagreeable proposition. Right off the bat, Roberts svelte co-star Kari Wuhrer is tastier than the entire inventory of a baklava factory, and what I dig the most about Roberts is that, whomever he is playing, he is demonstratively the skeeviest guy in the room! Close scrutiny of the plot may cause drowsiness, or nausea in the more sensitive patrons, but those psychometrically inclined will appreciate the slinkier vibrations herein. In addition, Sensations nixes the idea that Sax players playing jazz riffs in open windows is lame, as clearly Mr. Grant thinks otherwise.

Whenever Lila (Wuhrer) gingerly touches an unfamiliar box, she soon experience potent vibrations, and I kept on watching, but I don't believe that makes me a bad person. I was more than happy just marvelling at the exquisite Ms Wuhrer, distractingly beautiful, she is someone you can sympathise with, regardless of the text's many inanities. The director, quite justifiably, is strongly aware of her compellingly sinuous sex appeal, providing viewers with ample opportunity to share his enraptured P.O.V. There's plentiful Skinemax/Red Shoe Diaries sizzle, a squirrely movie geek, Ron Perlman's stolid cop, and wheezy Paul Le Mat as an all too sketchy bedroom peeper. It's not quite up there with Saxophone players blowing on window ledges, but I always chuckle at the ubiquity of women arising from their slumber with fake yawns, immaculately replete with sexily tousled hair, and pic perfect make-up!