Probably one of the top picks you'll find in the micro-genre of "hot-cup-goes-undercover-at-strip-club" movies, Stripped to Kill
stars the always fetching Kay Lenz as a detective that gets in over her head when she infiltrates a seedy dive run by the irascible Norman Fell. Yes, Mr. Roper is a strip club owner... and doesn't that make a ton of sense?
Someone (and it's someone really obvious, no matter how hard they dangle the one single red herring) has killed one of the new gals at the club in a most horrific fashion: by tossing her off a bridge, then dousing her in gasoline and setting her on fire. What's worse, it's likely this person isn't done yet.
While the crime story of this nifty bit of b-cinema from actress-cum-writer/director Katt Shea (Poison Ivy), is a little worn-out and perhaps a bit too vicious for the subject matter (the gasoline death is pretty disturbing), the dance club scenes are energetic and well-performed, and overall the direction is tight - keeping things moving along at a very fast clip. This could be because the movie is edited at whiplash-fast pace through all of the non-dancing scenes, but consider that a plus as the procedural stuff and Kay Lenz's forced love story with another detective feel pretty stilted.
Starring genre vet Debra Lamb and a great number of unknowns including lovely ladies Athena Worthy, Debbie Nassar, Michelle Foreman, Carlye Byron, the nimble Tracey Crowder and, in a pretty big role that's surprising didn't get her more notice Pia Kamakahi, Stripped to Kill goes recommended to fans of this sub-genre and those who like a cheesy mystery. The final reveal, while obvious plot-wise is handled in a rather eye-popping fashion (or should I say, boob-popping?)