Frankenhooker (1990)

Starts with a white guy in his 20s, lean build, adjusting his tie in what looks like an office—dim blue lighting, kinda tense. Then cuts to a bar scene where he’s sitting with two girls: a curvy redhead in a skin-tight red dress that leaves nothing to the imagination, and a slim blonde in a black dress, both leaning in close like they’re plotting something. No sex yet, just heavy flirting and eye contact. The redhead’s got these huge earrings that keep catching the light, and the blonde’s got that natural, girl-next-door look. Camera work’s solid—medium shots that let you see the tension between them. Weird medical close-up in the middle, but it’s just some skin thing, not part of the action. Later, the guy’s alone in a bedroom, looking all broody, like he’s overthinking whatever’s about to go down. Feels like a setup for something more intense, but what’s here is all about the buildup.