This Wicked Game Video only has five (5) videos for a total playing time of 20 minutes. The videos include: Wicked Game (yes model Helena and Chris on the beach), Blue Hotel, You owe me some kind of love, Don't make me dream about you, and Dancing. Dancing and You owe me videos are corny, Chris is very young and has big hair. The Blue Hotel video is simple with Chris singing to the camera, no action. Wicked Game is the best and a little more raunchy than the MTV version and DOn't make me dream is also good - but starts out corny.

I personally think that the corniness and age of BH, You owe me, and Dancing videos are made up by WICKED GAME and Don't make me videos.

Just wanted to give a heads up that it's only 20 min. and 5 videos that you are buying.

Chris Isaak once again displays his immense talent while crooning to some of his biggest hits. Highly enjoyable video of his high engery concert appearances.

I have only discovered Chris Isaak in the last year or so and really love his voice and music and so I got this video. I was not disapointed, it is terrific. I am a true fan, and have been buying all his CD's. Are there any more vidoe's?

Of all the Isaak memoribilia extant, "Wicked Game" reminds us of what all the fuss was about way back when we were rooting for him. He was young, delicious, and hungry for recognition. His voice was at its apex; a blend of youthful yearning riding a deep, sexual undercurrent that grabs the ear and won't let go. Through a montage of skillful photography, we are taken on a journey through our own innocent youth, and reminded again and again of the double-edged sword of angst: the sharper the threat, the keener the thrill. Although this is Isaak's theme to this day, it was so much more believable back in the days when he actually had something to lose. Watching such a tender heart abandon himself to the ravages of romantic love makes us all want to be as courageous again, to plummet ourselves at all cost into the riskiest of all battlefields so that we can feel life as we rarely do, as we did in our own youth. The images of Isaak are striking, and the potentiality of his voice is a fierce reminder of what he might have become. More than this, however, it is a superb snapshot at a time of the performer's life when his message mattered. Every tasty inch of his craft is eaten with utmost credulity as he sacrifices himself at the altar of his age. We feel a little guilty at having consumed more than we should, but are at the same time grateful that someone would have left a record so complete of that heightened moment in time when our heart's journey is so tightly bound.