Haunted by his mother's recent death, a young man becomes suspicious of his wealthy father's sexy, new bride. When his father dies mysteriously, the boy decides to investigate.
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The most underrated actress, Beverly D'Angelo, is given a role that she can sink her teeth into. Her portrayal of the professional widow Vivian Fairchild was magnificent. Ms. D'Angelo captures the deceit of a career scam-artist perfectly, with sensual cunning and craftiness.Mackenzie Astin does a fine job as well, portraying a young man who has now lost both of his parents tragically.People should find much to like about this film. The jazz soundtrack was first rate as well as the sets. Leslie Horan is an ethereal beauty that should be seen more often.This film belongs to Beverly D'Angelo, although more screen time is given to Astin and his private detective, Dennis Haysbert(Major League's Serrano). She hasn't lost a bit of appeal over the years, and continues to amaze me by the depth she brings to her characters.
Harmless enough with zero originality and a hardly believable string of events with some very soft porn thrown in for good measure. The characters are inconsistent and unrealistic. The token Brit lawyer is hilarious to any British person as a typical American stereotype of anyone British and it is strangely late 80's for a mid 90's film in both fashion and originality. The best line is when the world weary private detective explains why he has lost his enthusiasm for the job -'I woke up one morning and realised I wasn't 25 anymore and it p****d me off'. Watch only if you have no other options and leave all senses of reasoning.
The NY Times called this movie "dryly witty" and it is. The performances are good but the dialogue is great. Most of the jokes are inside and sly, but if you're smart, you'll get it. My girlfriend and I loved it. Our favorite line: When Dennis Haysberg, a burned out cop, is asked why he's such a prick he says: "I woke up one day and I wasn't 25 anymore. It p***ed me off." The movie is full of great lines like that and the story works.
As soon as I was subjected to the incredibly irritating music over the opening credits I should have stopped watching this film. Instead I persevered and wasted 103 minutes of my life, hoping in vain that the situation would improve - it never did. In fact thinking back, the opening music was the film's highpoint.I'm usually a fan of these semi-erotic Made-for-TV thrillers despite all their cheesiness, but 'Widow's Kiss' has absolutely nothing going for it. For what it's worth the story has a lawyer, played by Bruce Davison ( remember him in the title role of 'Willard' back in 1971 ), falling for a recently widowed dyed-blonde. Before you can blink and say 'Somebody shoot the script-writer', they have had a whirlwind affair and are married in Las Vegas. She moves in to the family home, where the lawyers son is suspicious of his new step-mom and her wardrobe of see-thru nighties .Anyway, blah-blah-blah-blah - everything is Grade-Z, but what really grates is that no-one in the whole sorry affair seems to even make any effort. The people responsible for this turkey should suffer career freefall - Beverly D'Angelo next starred in 'Pterodactyl Woman from Beverly Hills'(1994), so maybe there is some justice in the world.