Hello, all my midnight cowboys! While Big Gay Horror Fan knows there have been dozens of awesome screen teams – Abbott and Costello, Lewis and Martin, Hoffman and Voight, Lassander and Scott, Cushing and Lee, Karloff and Lugosi – none of those quaint conjoinings quite reaches the heights of the pairing of Shannon Tweed and Catherine Oxenburg in the 1992 erotic thriller Sexual Response –well, in my moistly, sheet tossed mind, of course.

In this juicy, storm swept gem, Tweed (lush, but looking a little freaky due to her elaborately dyed brown eyebrows) plays a repressed radio sex expert and Oxenberg is her sexually adventurous producer/best friend. Encouraged by Oxenberg, Tweed soon embarks on a passionate, Body Heat-light affair with a swarthy artist named Edge. (Not the U2 dude, my rock ‘n roll enthusiasts. Not. At. All.) Of course, after a couple of long and lustful (get the unrated version, natch!) soulfully moan drenched encounters; Edge appears to be a few twists short of a sharp knife! But is all what it seems be with Tweed’s rich and powerful husband? As Oxenberg investigates (chewing, seductively, on a carrot the whole while), Tweed showers, lounges and frets, mountainside – doffing most of her clothing (and saving, generously, on wardrobe costs) for most of the film’s (term used, loosely, of course) running time.

And while this brief plotline description may not support the bestowing of cinematic immortality, Oxenberg (who took on the damsel-in-distress role, herself, in the late 80’s slasher offering Overexposed) with her sassy entendres mixes so well with Tweed’s quieter insecurity that to NOT call them the greatest acting association of all time almost seems criminal. And we wouldn’t want that my darlings would we? Would we?!!?

So, until next time –

Sweet love and Pink Grue,

Big Gay Whore-or – whoops! – Horror Fan.