Dance with Death (1991)

Director:

Charles Philip Moore

Writers:

Andy Ruben (story) &
Katt Shea (story) ...
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Genre:

Thriller

Tagline:

In the steamy clubs of Los Angeles, a psychopath is loose. She bared all to get to the truth.

Plot:

A string of murders at a local strip joint give a reporter the chance to do undercover investigation...

Plot Keywords:

Female Nudity | Strip Club | Stripper | Dance | Erotica

Cast

Maxwell Caulfield	...	Shaughnessy
Barbara Alyn Woods	...	Kelly
Martin Mull	...	Art
Catya Sassoon	...	Jodie
Tracey Burch	...	Whitney
Jill Pierce	...	Lola
Alretha Baker	...	Sunny
Michael McDonald	...	Henry (as Michael James McDonald)
Drew Snyder	...	Hopper
Lisa Kudrow	...	Millie
Joe Garcia	...	Kid
Charles Philip Moore	...	Punk #1 (as Charles Moore)
Jon Freedman	...	Punk #2
Liz Rogers	...	Alley Shopper #1
Rodger Hall	...	Alley Shopper #2
rest of cast listed alphabetically:
Sean'a Mahoney	...	Sherilyn (as Shana Arthur)
Steven Williams	...	Dermot (as Steven Lloyd Williams)
Maria Ford	...	(uncredited)

Directed by
Charles Philip Moore

Writing credits
Andy Ruben		(story) &
Katt Shea		(story) (as Katt Shea Ruben)
Daryl Haney		(screenplay)

Produced by
Roger Corman	....	executive producer
Mike Elliott	....	producer

Original Music by
David Wurst
Eric Wurst

Cinematography by
William H. Molina

Film Editing by
Christopher Roth		(as Chris Roth)

Production Design by
James R. Shumaker

Art Direction by
Amy B. Ancona		(as Amy Ancona)

Costume Design by
Loretta Pickering

Makeup Department
Kathleen Karridene	....	key makeup artist
Tracey Levy	....	makeup artist

Second Unit Director or Assistant Director
Scott P. Levy	....	second assistant director
Juan A. Mas	....	first assistant director

Art Department
Stuart Spates	....	set dresser (uncredited)

Sound Department
Christopher B. Reeves	....	dialogue editor

Camera and Electrical Department
Michael Dronge	....	grip
Ralph Scherer	....	grip

Other crew
Bundy Chanock	....	set medic

Production Companies

• Concorde Pictures

Distributors

• Concorde Pictures (1991) (USA) (theatrical)
• Home Box Office Home Video (HBO) (1996) (USA) (VHS)

Runtime:

UK:86 min | USA:90 min

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Color

Sound Mix:

Dolby

Certification:

Iceland:16 | UK:18 | USA:R

Company:

Concorde Pictures

Minimal Concentration Required For This One,

A blessedly minor cinema genre concerns policewomen or female journalists who work "undercover" as strippers or prostitutes in order to gather information concerning either criminal or newsworthy activities, and with this sexploitative affair it is a journalist who assumes the double duty. Reporter Kelly Crosby (Barbara Alyn Woods) supposes that a clandestine vocation as a stripteaser will enhance her stalled newspaper career and she persuades her editor (Drew Snyder) to allow her secondary employment at the sleazy Bottoms Up Club in Los Angeles, following homicides of two strippers who worked there, as Kelly believes that she will possibly locate clues within the club if she doffs everything for her night job. Numerous characters scented of red herring are introduced amid many tiresome scenes depicting augmented flesh of indifferent quality, as the plucky newspaperwoman attempts, with assistance from vice sergeant Shaughnessy (Maxwell Caulfield) who has entered the picture as her lover, to determine the identity of the killer. Because homicides of ecdysiasts persist, and since nearly each personage with a speaking part is clumsily signified as a potential suspect, an element of suspense might be expected to appear, but this production fails to deliver on that score as a viewer in a semi-comatose state should yet have no difficulty in selecting the killer. The scenario, in particular its dialogue, is insultingly puerile, easily finding ways to include an overage of clichés within its framework, and the acting is largely unskillful, with the exception of Lisa Kudrow, near the beginning of her career in a small part as a press room worker and friend of Kelly. A positive element of this extraordinarily poor film is the output of its sound crew, but otherwise there is nothing to commend it, from its wretched direction and continuity through its total ignorance of even the most basic law enforcement procedures as evidenced by Caulfield's (dismal) performance, to the excruciating and seemingly endless climactic scene, silly to the nth, almost as if those responsible are venturing to make it as incongruous as is possible.