‘Sam’ and ‘Sam’ undercover in one of the many times they get into a potentially dangerous sexual situation by employing overplayed Southern accents, lycra zipper dresses, and shiny shirts.
In Florida, the police dispatchers answer calls in stylized submarines.
Perhaps you remember a little late night (‘crime time after prime time’, to be specific) guilty pleasure called Silk Stalkings? My mom and I used to watch it all the time and I thought a revisit to the 1991 tight skirts and shoulder pads series might be in order for this week.
Intro sequence is a series of stock photography type shots of ladies in tight dresses carrying briefcases…
Hiding guns in their lacey top stalkings…
and peering out of their Oakleys in hot pink.
It stars a woman named Mitzi Kapture
and the man with the best agent in Hollywood (next to Stephen Weber), Rob Estes.
Freeze turkey, this manicure is made for murder!
Hello, Z. Cavaricci? Thanks for the outfit!
“Ok, I got my bra top on, what do you need me to do with it?”
The Captain can’t believe the design of the police office.
Scrunchie City, let Mitzi take you there.
Mitzi aka Rita Lee’s foe is, of course, a by the book D.A. who is only a head toss and eye glass removal away from a Van Halen video.
The art direction has flashes of surreal genius. Here a beach is reimagined perfectly for an airbrush artist to go wild.
Rita Lee calls her partner while wearing gold lame.
Not a great shot but it’s worth pointing out that this room, with the faux marble walls and the four poster bed adorned with maroon organza bows is, in fact, the coroner’s office – note the dead foot in the corner.
This is what they wear to work. Looking like a Fashion Bug hooker with a Frederick’s of Hollywood face, Mitzi is actually wearing an outfit similar to one my friend Dana wore to a dance in Junior High… I’ll search for photos.
Interior: Dominatrix’s apartment, weird stuff hangs from the walls, a cursed black tree grows from the carpet.
This is where detective Rita Lee lives. I assume she rents it out to Duran Duran to make videos in on weekends.
The guy in the middle is a murder suspect. He is nabbed at “college” – my guess is that Florida has weight lifting “college”.
If the Silk Stalkings art direction team wants the sky to be pink, then pink it shall be!
A piano bar with limited seating and visibility.
Estes has no idea what you’re saying to him.
This is one jazzy informant.
A sex club called Nightmare Cafe.
More bra tops, more trips to the basement for sex.
And here’s that basement for sex.
Perhaps my favorite work of art direction: a mural in the police station that at first appears to be a painting of a screen saver but, once it’s shown in close up, actually depicts a jazz man holding the hand of a child’s ghost!