The saxophone wails, the sweat glistens, and somehow this became a movie title.
It's a hot, steamy night in the city. In the distance, you can hear the wailing of a solo saxophone echoing through the cluster of tall buildings. A far-off police siren screams in the street below. The lovers are glistening in perspiration, their bodies wrapped in love. Her head is bent back in ecstasy as his tongue softly travels down between her sweat-beaded breasts, down to the forbidden pleasures only lust can bring. The heat is intense. The movie is MELT DOWN. The passion is yours!
Sound
That saxophone deserves its own credit and probably therapy.
Production
Somebody lit this like it was Blade Runner on a laundromat budget.
Director
Duck Dumont
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