There's nothing really hot about "Two Moon Junction," because there's nothing really hot about Zalman King. As in the antiseptic "9 1/2 Weeks," there's smut, but no sweat. You get the feeling King would make love wearing not only his socks but a pair of surgical gloves.
"Two Moon Junction" is a soft-porn boudoir thriller with the look of a perfume ad and a spaghetti-strap-thin wisp of a plot. If you've ever dreamed of ripping a man right out of his T-shirt, this is your movie.