- Mickey Rourke played a genius killer, and showed 
          his high IQ by raising his eyebrows pompously and looking down his 
          nose, ala William F Buckley, Jr.  
 
          - And if you believe that, we also have Lindsay 
          Crouse in a performance which we should have nominated for the worst 
          performance ever from a female with a major part in a major film (I 
          wasn't aware of it when we did our poll). She wasn't as bad as Kim 
          Darby in True Grit, or  Lily Tomlin in Moment by 
          Moment, but she was a contender. Playing an FBI agent, she did a 
          perfect impersonation of what Foghorn Leghorn would sound like if he 
          were a castrato. 
 
          - Anthony Hopkins was supposed to be playing a 
          kindly, suburban American dad, who screwed up his marriage by being a 
          pussy hound. (Good casting, eh?) Although he has turned in some of the finest film 
          performances in history, here he turned in a bellowing, Shakespearian, 
          overacting performance that would have embarrassed Richard Burton. In 
          fact, compared to Hopkins in this film, Burton in The Exorcist, Part 2 
          delivered a masterpiece of understatement.
 
         
        The movie was based on a 1940's Broadway play by 
        Joseph Hayes, which had already been turned into a previous film, a 1955 
        B&W starring an aging Humphrey Bogart. Rourke plays the Bogart role as 
        Bosworth, a genius, but also a rabid killer who uses sexual control over 
        his female lawyer to get her to smuggle him a gun into lock-up and leave 
        him a getaway car at a remote spot. He chooses to hide out in a random 
        suburban home, and in the process he and his psychotic gang terrorize 
        the family. 
        Now the truly bizarre thing about the plot is that the 
        (divorced) suburban couple use the strain and panic behavior of the 
        hostage situation as a freebie marriage encounter, and she learns to 
        trust her lying, philandering ex-husband more than a crazed sociopathic 
        killer. Whoa! That was some breakthrough, eh? Too bad The Mickster was 
        gunned down in the end, because he could have had a great future career 
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          The dialogue was even stranger than the acting, and in 
          fact probably explains why the acting was so eccentric. Some of the 
          dialogue was retained from the 1940ish original, and it made no sense 
          in the 1990's. The female FBI agent never said anything that made any 
          sense through the duration of the movie, but she certainly found 
          colorfully cliched ways to say it all. Imagine a female version of Jon 
          Lovitz doing the quaintly anachronistic Master Thespian, and you'll 
          have the general idea. Believe it or not, this 
          film was directed by Michael Cimino. No wonder the guy can't get the 
          bankroll for a decent film any more. Every time he gets another 
          chance, he comes up with something like this.    | 
    
    
        
            
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                    - with their dollars: only $2.7 million 
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                guideline: 7.5 usually indicates a level of
                excellence, about like three and a half stars
                from the critics. 6.0 usually indicates lukewarm
                watchability, about like two and a half stars
                from the critics. The fives are generally not
                worthwhile unless they are really your kind of
                material, about like two stars from the critics.
                Films under five are generally awful even if you
                like that kind of film, equivalent to about one
                and a half stars from the critics or less,
                depending on just how far below five the rating
                is. My own
                guideline: A means the movie is so good it
                will appeal to you even if you hate the genre. B means the movie is not
                good enough to win you over if you hate the
                genre, but is good enough to do so if you have an
                open mind about this type of film. C means it will only
                appeal to genre addicts, and has no crossover
                appeal. D means you'll hate it even if you
                like the genre. E means that you'll hate it even if
                you love the genre. F means that the film is not only
                unappealing across-the-board, but technically
                inept as well. 
                Based on this description, this 
                film is a C. The genre is "entertainingly bad movie". The movie 
                is complete crap, but it is a wonderful genre parody. I laughed 
                all the way through it, even more than I laughed at Roadhouse or 
                Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man. Highly recommended if you 
                like to make fun of bad movies with bizarre overacting. 
                Otherwise, avoid it like the plague. 
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