It was the first time I watched this film. I can understand it left a mark on people due to the feeling of intensity the directing manages to build in the film. Steve Bond (or Shlomo Goldberg) seems convincing enough to me, amid the cheap light and image quality, as the camera work is not so rarely vivid and powerful. The sensuality switches from heat and cold, embracing both evenly deeply. The actress shines with that fragile and perverse innocence, dear to the 80s and 90s that failed to survive the rise of the macho heroin, whose sensuality is expressed into male features like combat abilities, rather than through her femininity. That femininity she expresses feels like a caress on the cheek. This kind of movies produced during that generation, despite their quality, seem to have kept their ability to portray feelings with a depth that can be as unsettling as it is charming. This Z-series movie is one of those kinds you'll remember.
Review of Foxy Lady
