Terrible acting, screenplay and direction.

It’s fine. It's literally the definition of a fine movie. You’ve seen it before, you know every beat and outcome before the characters even do. Only question is how much escapism you’re looking for.

I enjoyed watching this film and would recommend other to give it a try , (as I am) but this movie, although enjoyable to watch due to the better than average acting fails to add anything new to its storyline that is all too familiar to these types of movies.

The movie really just wants to entertain people.

4 out of 10Is it just me or is Kari Wuhrer the most underrated actress currently working? She's stunningly sexy and has genuine acting talent to boot. Why then, won't the Hollywood bigwigs hire her? Sigh, guess we'll just have to suck it up and accept these low budget movies she stars in all the time. In this case, it's called Luscious (aka Vivid). Kari plays the girlfriend of a mentally disturbed painter who has, uh, painter's block until he and his girlfriend get it on with paint all over their bodies. That's about it as far as story goes.Kari Wuhrer is pretty much the only positive thing this movie has going for it. She's beautiful, shows LOTS of nudity (definitely a plus), and delivers a pretty good performance, the latter of which is impressive given the script she has to work with. The dialogue attempts to add a degree of "hipness" we've come to expect, as well as a measure of "profound" depth. The mixture comes off as laughable. If you're a Kari Wuhrer fan, her presence here makes the movie bearable so it's not a complete waste of time.

Steve Shellen and Kari Wuhrer certainly are eye candy, and if they weren't so endearing, it could have been a bore, but they are quite likeable and that makes the film work. I liked the relationship between them, the characters are well drawn and it presents us with a happy ending as well as their lovely bodies writhing about in paint for a good bit of the film. Not too shabby, if you ask me.

This film is an exceptional erotic romp; sensitive and engaging look at tension and depression with scattered moments of exhilarating release and a vibrant climax. Unlike similar films which no doubt inspired this mostly unknown Canadian-only release (ie. 9 1/2 Weeks, Wild Orchid, Erotica), this movie focuses on two characters, an ailing artist (Shellen) and his tempestuous girlfriend (Wurher/Salin), as they wander through sexual tension and bursts of self (and "other") discovery as they attempt to find balance in themselves, their relationship and in the art which the artist creates. It's a classic "suffering artist" cliche' which is early on tossed out the window to be replaced by a wild splattering of lovemaking and love-creating. This film is fun and sensual. It is a great couples film, if erotica is your cup of tea, and it's not too serious. Some of the dialogue is rather humorous, and the film's only weaknesses are in the sophomoric delivery by Shellen and leading lady neophyte Wuhrer/Salin. But all that is forgivable because in the end this film is just a heck of a lot of fun. Plus the soundtrack was noteworthy -- which is mostly unheard of in this genre -- and features a track by the starlet called "Venus Bound" and a wonderful closing track called "Love,Love,Love" by Hemingway Corner.

The premise is that Kari's artist boyfriend (who'd look like a low-rent Charlie Sheen, if Charlie Sheen himself didn't fit that category) can neither paint nor get it on with his ridiculously good-looking girl - until the day that he throws paint over her. Then they roll around on the canvas in ecstasy and he sells the result for loads of dosh. It's actually very funny, sending up her prim impatience and his tortured-artist schtick with equal-opportunity amusement. There's not exactly a plot, as the film is structured - like the soft-porn movie it basically is - in a series of bonk sessions. But because they're always covered in paint, and tastefully filmed (with Ms. Wuhrer's own breathy songs on the soundtrack), it's quirky and strangely involving. (And very sexy.) Plus, in its own modest way, it brings up all sorts of odd questions about the relationship of art and life and the cost of art to the people around the artist. It also has a very funny and extremely soft-core parody of that increasingly boring staple of hardcore, the Anal Sex Scene. Recommended.