"She's America's Most Wanted Serial Killer."
That's the tagline that sold me on this movie. Fortunately I was working on my Hannibal Lector figure while this movie was one, so I didn't pay too much attention. Evidently, Dolph Lundgren's brother was murdered in some kinky sex thing. Dolph has to find the killer. Meanwhile, Dolph's brother's wife (who appears in the first fifteen minutes of the film) makes it very obvious that she's the killer. I so called it. Hazzah! Anyway, Dolph tracks down who he thinks is the killer (who turns out to be Dolph's brother's wife's sister) and pays her a visit for some of that nasty stuff. She ends up dead, and Dolph and his cop buddy plant a knife on her to make it look like she was the killer. Then Dolph goes home and has rough sex with his brother's wife (whose sister he just played a major role in killing, even though she was innocent). Oh yeah, there's another part where he breaks into a whore's house and starts rooting through her stuff to find information on the killer, and she tells him to leave. He doesn't, of course, since, as the hero, he has the right to be anywhere he pleases. She fires a warning shot. He shoots her in the chest. Pretty heroic, eh? Well, she was just a whore. Anyway, Dolph finds out that the brother's wife is the killer and she had good reason to kill, so I guess he doesn't report her. It's pretty ambiguous. The moral to the story, though, is that whores, even the nastiest and kinkiest, are people too.
In all, the killer killed three people who, in my opinion, were deserving of movie justice, and she's labelled a serial killer. Dolph killed three people, two of whom were innocent, and he's a hero. 'Splain, Lucy.