Pop Rocks: Gene Simmons Is A Lucky Man -- Our Six Favorite Shannon Tweed VHS Covers (NSFW)
The pair lived together, "happily unmarried," for 28 years before finally deciding to take the plunge. I have no idea what prompted them to tie the knot (I'm running out of wedding colloquialisms), but I'm reasonably certain it had something to do with sagging ratings for Gene Simmons' Family Jewels.
No word on the state of Simmons' actual jewels.
Simmons, of course, is the bass player and co-founder of Kiss. Tweed is a former Playboy Playmate (and 1982's "Playmate of the Year"). But she's best known to the video store aficionados among us as the star of a series of straight-to-video erotic thrillers from the 1990s. As a present for the happy couple (in spite of not being invited to the wedding -- me, who retired a full colonel in the Kiss Army), here are my six favorite VHS covers from Tweed's illustrious career.
The running gag for the typical evening run to Blockbuster (remember going out to rent movies? How quaint) was to see how many Tweed movies you could find. Once you knew the trick -- every movie she starred in from 1991 Last Call) to 1998 (Naked Lies) featured her in lingerie or strategically concealed nudity on the box cover -- it got old fast.
Yet we can't help but recall them fondly. For while they were all variations of the same mystery-man-enters-illicit-relationship-with-forbidden-woman plot, complete with R-rated dry humping and often (six times) co-starring Andrew Stevens, we weren't what you'd call picky in those days. The internet with all its *cough* booty was still years away, and you took what you could get when it came to nekkid ladies.
Tweed's first foray into lacy video goodness was also one of her most artsy-fartsy: the holdover 80s lighting, the chrome phallus rubbing suggestively against her hip...a perm. The previous decade's influence would not quickly fade, it seems.
And if it's true that "each step, the danger gets closer," maybe Ms. Tweed should dress in something a little more conducive to hand-to-hand combat. At least a purple Kevlar vest or something.
Tweed's inaugural erotic thriller (her previous efforts included Hot Dog...The Movie, Meatballs III, and Cannibal Women in the Avocado Jungle of Death) would also be one of the last times William Greatest American Hero Katt toplined a movie.
Tweed's first collaboration with Stevens is something something about the sexually neglected wife of a South American businessman blah blah blah who falls for an American security expert. We can only presume it is this guy's eye feature so prominently on the cover.
This was the second in what i guess Stevens intended to be a long-running series about a security consultant who travels the world boning married blonde women (Tanya Stevens in the original Night Eyes). Alas, the series ended after 1996's fourth installment.
Fun fact: Seinfeld's John O'Hurley has a role as a detective.