Snapdragon - il fiore che uccide

Yours truly was a horny 14-year-old when he first watched "Snapdragon", and he only had one sole reason. To see Pamela Anderson's naked boobs! During that same period on television, she ran up and down beaches in a tight red swimsuit, but the breasts were never revealed, so of course I had to see this! I didn't really care about the plot or any other aspect of the film, in fact, I might even have fast-forwarded all the pointless footage in between Pam's topless sequences.

Almost 30 years and a revisit (without fast-forward) later, I can safely state that Pam's curvaceous body is still the only remotely worthwhile reason to watch "Snapdragon", especially because the past decades taught us that Mrs. Anderson never looked more beautiful than she did in 1993. As a stand-alone thriller, it's unbelievably weak. "Snapdragon" is a really lazy attempt to cash in on the tremendous success of "Basic Instinct", with almost identical elements like dangerously seductive blondes and even a very similar finale. Gorgeous blonde Felicity, suffering from amnesia and terrible nightmares, may or not be a fearsome serial killer who murders her male victims according to mythical Oriental rites. Steven Bauer is the helpless seduced man, and Chelsea Field (who keeps her bra on during sex; - utterly implausible) the strong and non-blonde female copper. There exist many legendary and notorious early 90s "Femme Fatale" thrillers, but this "Snapdragon" isn't one of them.