A sexually repressed fashion designer (Kathleen Turner) who at night becomes a flamboyant hooker meets her match in a former football hero (John Laughlin) who is looking for release from his confining marriage. While the two carry on a passionate affair, fundamentalist crackpot Anthony Perkins peeps in on the proceedings with a hysterical and increasingly malevolent interest. Director Ken Russell once again attempts to subvert a sententious screenplay (by Barry Sandler) through an insanely overemphatic style, heavy injections of camp humor, and jolts of sadomasochism. It holds your attention, all right, but Russell’s intentionally self-defeating manner (the film only exists to make fun of itself) seems pretty pointless here. With Annie Potts and Bruce Davison (1984).