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After stripper Angel (Michelle Foreman) is murdered (burned to death,
actually), cop Cody (Kay Lenz) goes undercover as a stripper - she might
not like it very much, but with time, she starts to enjoy the weird power
over men it gives her. Her partner Heineman (Greg Evigan) doesn't know how
to feel about it either, on one hand he enjoys watching her strip naked
(well, actually there's only topless nudity in this film), on the other,
he's secretly in love with her (don't worry, the two of them have sex
before the film is over) and doesn't really approve her showing her
titties to other men as well. Anyways, while she's investigating
undercover, she soon makes friends with the other strippers and collects
quite a few suspects, like Roxanne (Pia Kamakahi), who was Angel's lesbian
lover, Mr Pocket (Peter Scranton), a pervert who's at the club almost all
the time - but later turns out to be a shell-shocked veteran with a
severed hand -, Margolin (J. Bartell), a retired cop and Angel and
Roxanne's neighbour, and of course fellow stripper Cinnamon ... who had
the strongest motive, but then she turns up burned to death as well. Anyways,
after much to and fro, and Heineman chasing after the wrong suspect, Cody
finds Margolin's corpse in Roxanne's wardrobe - and is threatened by
Roxanne almost instantly. She manages to stab Roxanne, but then Roxanne
turns out to be not Roxanne at all but her deeply disturbed brother Erik
(also Pia Kamakahi), and since Cody stabbed only his fake breast ... well,
that doesn't slow him down much. Anyways, everything soon leads to a chase
to she strip club where Erik tries to massacre all the strippers and burn
the place down - but ultimately he dies in his own fire ... Stripped
to Kill is pretty much your typical 1980's exploitation flick: It
features a sleazy premise that offers plenty of opportunities for its
actresses to show their boobs, it features a couple of cops that follow
the strict genre formula (with Greg Evigan's character being a bit too
wannabe-cool for his own good), brutal killings and a very mean
serialkiller whose identity is clouded in a very blunt interpretation of
the writings of Freud, a few low budget but effective action setpieces,
some leaps in narrative reason, but at least a few inventive sequences
(like the parallel montage of Cody's fight against Erik and a stripper
posing as Death in one of her performances near the end). All of this
doesn't make a great film for sure - but at least genre fans won't be
wholly disappointed.
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