While fulfilling titular obligations, "Six Sex Scenes and a Murder" provides tepid titillation as various suspects produce carnal alibis around the slaying of a handsome ne'er-do-well.
While fulfilling titular obligations, “Six Sex Scenes and a Murder” provides tepid titillation as various suspects produce carnal alibis around the slaying of a handsome ne’er-do-well. Writer-director-producer Julie Rubio’s first feature was inspired by her own experience of a boyfriend killed by a gangland hit. That story is likely more interesting than this fictionalized form, a quasi-1940s noir mystery that hasn’t enough style, intricacy or excitement to accomplish the job. Local production booked a week at San Francisco’s Lumiere starting May 30, but further hardtop prospects look remote.
Shot outside an S.F. nightclub, Nick Hamilton (Richard Anthony Crenna Jr., a buffed-up version of his late dad) had plenty of potential enemies, having been involved in vague criminal activities for some time — recently with a big mob boss. Onetime true love Regan (Kristin Minter) is among the many grilled by Detective Reece (Jasper Watts) the next morning. Their last-night confessions encompass several Kinsey Scale points but are awfully mild (some pecs/breasts exposed) as erotica. Thesps seem mostly cast for looks. Writing and pacing are flat, while tech/design aspects suggest low-end cable as the likeliest destination.
— Dennis Harvey