Review #44 - One Night Stand (1997)

Boy, you are gonna love this - here's what Netflix has to say: "With a continent separating Wesley Snipes and his wife, he meets the comely Nastassja Kinski and agrees take the spare bed in her hotel room. Needless to say, the cot doesn't get much use. Intended to be a loosely connected series of sex scenes, director Mike Figgis instead weaves a protracted tale of loss and regret."

So, I picked this one up from the post office today, read that summary, and gagged. I spent my afternoon anticipating some stupid soft-core porn sex movie, devoid of plot and completely without merit.

Fortunately for me - and for you, dearest reader - the movie summary doesn't do it justice. Not that I'll be running out and telling everyone I see about this spectacular amazing film, but it wasn't as bad as I had feared.

Yes, Snipes and Kinski have a one-night stand. However, the bedroom scenes aren't as graphic as you would imagine, given that lame summary from Netflix. A later sex scene between Snipes and his wife was actually really, really funny. If you were only listening to the dialogue, you'd probably think they were moving furniture or something. "Over there...no, over there..."

Our hero plays Snipes' friend Charlie, who at the beginning of the film discloses that he is HIV-positive, and then dies at the end of the film. Oh, by the way, spoiler alert! Sorry about that. Anyhow, given the fact that this movie was released in 1997, and the work produced by our hero around that time was, shall we say, LACKING in quality - I was moved by what he did here.

All that being said, the film had its moments, but there's probably a reason that you've never heard of it. That reason being it's not drop-dead wonderful. Wesley Snipes smokes a lot of weed and there's a dinner party scene that made zero sense. But it was ah ite.

So, after pre-judging this one as a 1, I actually am giving it a 6.5.