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Body of Evidence

Must a 90's erotic something-or-other actually be good or bad, can it not just exist as a ritzy means by which various actors get hot wax poured on genitals or railed on the hood of a car? Well, some core chemistry here would be helpful. Madonna's wooden push to be America's Dominatrix all but sucks that possibility out of the room, with only little else to help it match against other more compelling entries of the time.