Like so many straight-to-video thrillers from the 90s, Laser Moon opens with a serial killer.  This one stalks women whenever there’s a full moon.  His weapon of choice appears to be a laser pointer but it’s supposed to be a real laser.  When late night DJ Zane Wolf (Harrison le Duke, doing a barely passable Eric Bogosian impersonation) starts getting phone calls from a man claiming to be the killer, Detectives Barbara Fleck (Traci Lords) and Vincent Musso (Bruce R. Carter) get involved.

If you’ve ever wondered what would happen if you mashed up Talk Radio with the type of movies that used to play regularly on late night Cinemax, the end result would probably be better than this.  Oh, don’t misunderstand.  Laser Moon tries it’s hardest to be something more than just another low budget, direct-to-video thriller.  Zane Wolf claims to be a cynic and he smokes a cigarette right in front of a “no smoking” sign.  (I have pictures of myself doing the exact same thing in high school.  Take that, evil sign!)  When the killer calls Zane Wolf’s show, the discussion involves all sorts of philosophical issues but the problem is that neither one of them has much to say.  Zane is a cardboard nihilist, the type who can’t come up with anything more profound than telling his listeners to “do what you’re afraid to do.”  “You walk alone,” he tells another caller.  Why are people listening to this guy again?

Traci Lords is miscast as a police detective but she still gives the best performance in the film, showing once again that there was more to her as an actress than just her notoriety as a former underage porn star.  Laser Moon may be one of her worst films but at least it ends with a twist involving the use of holograms.  That’s not something you see every day.