You might call this picture Son of Talk Dirty To Me Part 9.

It's about a radio "sex jock," Nick West, (Martin Hewitt) whose listening demographics seem to be made up of nothing but beautiful ex-strippers and the equally beautiful sexually unattended to. Horny women call Hewitt as they fondle their naked bodies and masturbate (porn-stress Alicyn Sterling in an interesting cameo, is one of the babes).

Hewitt who looks like a cross between a slim fast Billy Joel and comic Richard Jeni winds up being framed for the murder of a stripper whom he just happens to screw all over the studio console live on air one night with all his fans listening in. Considering that Hewitt/West has had past indiscretions (late night orgies, etc.) at previous places of employment, it seems like a foregone conclusion that he's the A-number one suspect. Not so fast.

The whos and whys of the murder case bring in David "Mr. B movie" Carradine as a sleazeball strip club owner and Sam Jones doing his best Dolph Lundgren impersonation to date (in a cameo) as a cop. And it's a good thing it's a cameo. Jones' cop couldn't find a hat on a hat rack judging by the fact that Hewitt spends the better part of the film hiding out in obvious places, and no one seems to be able to track him down.

The film is loaded with great sex scenes (someone's got an obvious thigh high stockings fetish), ample nudity, a healthy and creditable acting stint from XXX star Jamie Summers as a stripper, and some of the most unpardonable dialogue this side of a bad pick-up line: "Oh Nick, you have this incredible power!"; "Does everybody see me the same way—that I'm this egotistical asshole on radio?"

Night Rhythms, directed by (familiar to XXX fans as) Greg Dark, is rich on sleaze, beautiful babes who seem allergic to clothing, and moody saxophone solos. It kind of reminds you of CBS-TV's late night programming gone way over the edge. Great stuff.