FeistyUpper
If you don't like this, we can't be friends.
Matialth
Good concept, poorly executed.
Cleveronix
A different way of telling a story
Doomtomylo
a film so unique, intoxicating and bizarre that it not only demands another viewing, but is also forgivable as a satirical comedy where the jokes eventually take the back seat.
insomniac_rod
The plot and some scenes promised sleaze and plenty of sex but the truth is that the movie is filled with so-so "artistic" sex scenes but nothing really to dig. EXCEPT the infamous scene where Shannon Tweed supposedly HAS REAL SEX. The scene is explicit and you can clearly see the penetration.That scene is memorable and part of pop culture. Real or not is one hot sex scene featuring Tweed's at her best looking.Still "Indecent Behavior" has some sleaze, generous amounts of sex, and hot women (specially Tweed).I would only recommend this movie for Shannon's fans.
gridoon
The plot is disjointed (the story seems to have started before the movie began), the sex scenes are pure filler, there is a touch of "Basic Instinct"-like mystery, the colors are stylized....yes, it's another Shannon Tweed vehicle, and - unfortunately - one of her weaker ones. She actually looks pretty old in this movie, and only lets loose in one wild scene that comes too late. Jan-Michael Vincent is dreadfully bad as her lowlife husband. Still, those looking for nudity won't be disappointed. (*1/2)
corvus-3
When a client turns up dead from an overdose of designer drugs, psychologist/sex therapist Rebecca goes under investigation by detective Nick Sharkey. She's got a sleaze-ball husband who's blackmailing her patients and having an affair with her assistant. She's got an ex-hooker for a surrogate who turns out to be the mainplot's plant. She's got a lot of two-way mirrors so she can "monitor" the action. And she's got a lot of nude scenes with tilted camera angles, slo-mo panning, and colored lights. Fortunately, she's the Tweedster, so she's pretty easy on the eyes.It seems like a perfect set-up for an erotic thriller. But, like most of them, it quickly debilitates into cliche and melodrama. Hudson almost saves it with his portrayal of the Sharkman. He's rough and tumbled-looking like Bogie, and carries a Philip Marlowe soft spot. Natch, he falls like a skydiver for his prime suspect. The plot seems to be just staging for the ample nude scenes which could definitely use an IV of Erotica. But since the characters don't have any depth anyway, the depicted passion is merely air bubbles in the injection.
