During the first few minutes, I thought I was going to like "Hard Vice" more than I expected; it was obviously a very low-budget production, but it seemed to have a redeeming sense of humor. After a while, though, it started becoming clear that writer-director Joey Travolta must have mostly let the actors improvise their own dialogue rather than giving them some funny lines himself. Sam Jones, Shannon Tweed and the rest try to play along, but stand-up comedians they are not. Tweed's role is actually pretty thankless in "Hard Vice", and there is absolutely no nudity, or anything remotely close to it, by her either! (Unless there is an "unrated" version out there somewhere). At least we get to see the smashing Rebecca Ferratti in black lingerie, but that's just one short scene. The "mystery" plot is ridiculous, and the action is basically limited to 2 car explosions. This is one of the least essential Shannon Tweed movies in existence. *1/2 out of 4.
Review of Hard Vice
