Beystiman It's fun, it's light, [but] it has a hard time when its tries to get heavy.

Dynamixor The performances transcend the film's tropes, grounding it in characters that feel more complete than this subgenre often produces.

BelSports This is a coming of age storyline that you've seen in one form or another for decades. It takes a truly unique voice to make yet another one worth watching.

Tyreece Hulme One of the best movies of the year! Incredible from the beginning to the end.

Christopher T. Chase As outstanding as the decade was for some really well-made films, the Eighties also saw many, MANY movies lighting up the screens that have in the years since become classic favorites...for other reasons. Right up there with camp classics like THE LONELY LADY and SPHINX is the soft-core jaw-dropper THE SEDUCTION.I recall vividly seeing this in a theater with a pretty good sized audience. Morgan Fairchild was in her heyday as a small-screen siren, dependable in her ability to dominate anything she appeared in with memorable performances, no matter how Gawd-awful the material. Good thing for her, because in this movie, intended as a vehicle to assist her transition to the BIG screen, she's really the only reason to sacrifice ninety minutes. Here she portrays preposterously glamorous news anchor Jamie Douglas - the woman who has it all. Successful career, big, lavish house in the hills (and how she can afford THAT on a TV anchor's salary is beyond me, but I digress) "handsome" boyfriend, (Michael Sarrazin, whose days as hunky eye-candy are long behind him at this point). She also has a youthful admirer, an aspiring photographer named Derek (Andrew Stevens, another TV favorite who had a little more promising career in films). Jamie is touched and amused at Derek's affectionate, puppyish overtures at first, seeing his infatuation with her as sort of a schoolboy-like crush. What she doesn't realize is that his obsession with her has turned pretty much 'stalkeriffic', and that he's prepared to do whatever it takes to ensure that he has Jamie all to himself. In the right hands, with a much better script and a lot more sure-handed director (with all due respect to cult-fave helmer David Schmoeller), this could've been a lower-budget cousin to De Palma's Hitchcock pastiche, DRESSED TO KILL. Unfortunately, THE SEDUCTION plays more like DRESSED TO KILL YOUR FUNNYBONE!The frequent close-up shots meant to accentuate - and exploit - Morgan's striking beauty are effective, be it clothed or unclothed, but in the context of this movie's sheer awfulness, it all comes off like the best SNL skit never written. "Oh, this is me happy." "And this is me horny." "And now, EEEEK! I'm terrified!" "And now I'm angry! GRRRR!" Nobody gets out of this one unscathed, though, even the usually excellent Colleen Camp, who plays Jamie's required 'gal-pal.' Vince Edwards has even less of a pulse than Sarrazin and both certainly do nothing to raise the profile of the male presence in this movie from the realm of boorish chauvinists and skeezy voyeurs. I don't recall at that point ever having heard this much laughter from an audience for what was supposed to be a thriller. (Little did I know that there were even worse movies in my future than this!) Unfortunately, Lalo Schifrin's score made matters worse, trying to gild a wilted lily. And don't even get me started on the theme song performed by Dionne Warwick. Sorry, folks. When you burn the toast, at some point you have to accept that all the butter and jam in the world can't disguise it. Where the movie crosses that camp line from plain bad to the sublimely ludicrous is how you know THE SEDUCTION earned its stripes as one of the Top Twenty Best Worst Films of all time. I could attempt to describe the scene for you in detail, but I couldn't even begin to convey the magnificent wretchedness of it all. It's just something you've got to see to believe. And it's matched only by the ultra-preposterous ending. In closing, let me recommend that on that special night when you and a group of friends pull out the popcorn, the margarita fixin's and the makings of a monumental Bad Movie Marathon, be sure to add this monster to the list.

perpwalk Some people may snicker at this film, but back in the heady days of 1982 we just weren't as sophisticated about the celebrity stalker phenomenon as we are today. We didn't have to be, it was a more gracious and civilized time to live and, I might add, a golden era for television.But dark days were just around the corner and those of us in the public eye owe the lovely Ms. Fairchild quite a debt for her eye-opening work on this film. I myself found it particularly enlightening when she demonstrated the dangers of being stalked while showering, swimming nude or taking a bubble bath while stroking one's silky thighs.I'd also like to say that though some philistines may have nominated Colleen Camp for a Golden Raspberry award, I thought she was fantastic in her role, though we could have seen more of her.

triple8 This movie cracks me up! I saw it way back when it came out in the early eighties. This is a very cheezy movie that had it's creepy moments, to be sure but ultimately became just another stalker movie. The psychological depth needed to sustain a movie like this was missing and substituted were numerous shots of Morgan Fairchild looking sexy. This really wasn't a psychological thriller as much as a "thriller" that looked like it was made for the sole purpose of making fans of Morgan Fairchild drool. While Morgan Fairchild was and is, a very pretty woman, I tuned in to see a good suspense flick-this just got to bizarre in places-plenty of creepy music, flattering camera angles of Morgan and that's about it. All style, no substance. I had actually forgot about this movie until recently but just had to comment on it. It was also quite deceptive, when it was advertised, they actually made it look like it had a plot. I'm not saying it didn't(the whole stalker thing) but this was definetly more creepy and bizarre then deep and interesting-plus the movie really should have had as it's tag line: "Morgan Fairchild is hot" since that seemed like 90 percent of the movie's focus. I'd rate it a 3 out of 10.

heckles ...being that I've seen it in whole or in parts about ten times. Dating from the early eighties (which seemed to be a particularly fertile time for real stinkers, see my comments on "Legend of the Lone Ranger" and "The Lonely Lady") the film is watchable for two outstanding qualities: First, the impossible physical beauty of Morgan Fairchild; and second, the impossible stupidity of the character she plays, along with that of her lug of a boyfriend (Michael Sarrazin). His death scene, by the way, is one of the more warped bits of unintentional comedy I've seen.I write this as TBS ran this movie recently, and of course the network excised any scenes of serious skin that Ms. Fairchild displayed. It's too bad they could not instead have put their effort into cutting out every scene featuring the drooling creep who stalks her (Andrew Stevens) - who is able, by the way, to get into her house easier than I can get into my own apartment. The resultant movie would be about twenty minutes long, however, and suppose TBS would need more to hang their prodigious commercial breaks on.