. . . when viewers watched a Dark Film (to translate the unpronounceable French term), the lead lover pair almost always consisted of a dude and a wench. If, as was often the case, a romantic triangle was involved, two of the points were sure to be guys. However, in this our Modern 21st Century, a Dark Flick such as HEATWAVE is more likely than not to center on a tripod made up of two gals and a gob. So how soon will Eddie M. Be screening this effort on his Sunday morning old movies channel slot? Probably not before he attains Ms. B. White's age.
Review of Heatwave
