Starring: Karen Lorre, Lynn Danielson, Karen Black, Bud Cort, Cameron Dye, Tracey Walter, Paul Bartel, Tab Hunter, Divine

Has the Fall-ing temperature got you feeling frisky? Fidgety? Well then… get your dairy-air off of the couch and get OUT OF THE DARK with The Deuce! A steamy, screamy, freak-fest of creepy fun that’ll get your (love) muscles moving… with murder!! “Frighteningly Erotic”!??!

Karen Black’s “1-900” number phone-sex biz – “Suite Nothings” – is in jeopardy of bombing when some bozo in a Bozo mask begins bumping off her breathy beauties! Is Bobo the bozo? The “hunky” philandering photog?? One of the too-many-to-count mouth-breathing lonelyheart losers timorously transmitting their fantasies and fetishes through the telephone lines??? Suspect sicko suspects galore in a rogues-gallery of cult-fave guest appearances that will keep you guessing as to who the murderous ghoul may be… for at least fifteen minutes!! Leaving you free to wallow in all the whacked-out weirdness of this neon-lit soft-focus “MTV” esthetic-era rarity of hilarity and scare-ity!!

Usually lumped in the late-in-the-game slasher camp – and retrospectively rebranded as “erotic thriller” – OUT OF THE DARK is either, both, neither, nor, less, and/or more… genre-wandering wildly at its own unpredictable whim!! Black-comedy horror-spoofing… T & A Skinematic soft-core canoodling… giallo-like luridness… art-house hipsterism… good-cop/bad-cop police proceduralling… or rather, not-very-good good cop (Repo Man’s “The more you drive the less intelligent you are” Tracey Walter!!)/possibly better bad cop (Divine out of drag!!)… So much of a maddening melange of horror-movie hoodoo that the jean-jizzers of Times Square’s Cine-42 were left flummoxed and fumbling for a foot-hold as to what might be coming next… good thing The Deuce knows how to keep you cumming… back for more!!