Not a single believable thing happens in 100 minutes in this movie, Clint is hilarious though, and the animals are fun, 4 stars.
Similar plot to Last Blood, but without all of the gratuitous murder (and actually good).
"She loves me. I could tell that through her screaming!"
A recent noteworthy review* around these parts compared a certain actor's mannerisms and facial expressions to the grotesque and ghoulish appearance of Max Schreck as the titular vampire in Nosferatu, noting it quite negatively as a critique on the actor's inability to seem convincingly human. Another conspicuous performance that could be compared to Nosferatu is John Barrymore as Oscar Jaffe, although this time the Nosferatu comparisons are quite favorable. Barrymore…
Pure piffle that's not quite as chaste as you'd think it'd be. Really gets going when John McGiver shows up as the world's most boring man, whom everyone must suck up to as he's Hobbs' son-in-law's future boss. One interesting thing, to me at least, was how in Vertigo and Bell, Book & Candle Stewart still looks like a fairly handsome, virile, middle-aged man, but here, 4 years later, he looks like a downright senior citizen.
"Are you telling me that you bet on the fight in Rocky III, and that you bet against Rocky?"
Kind of a shame that this was the only Happy Madison-type film we ever got from Norm, a somewhat forgotten footnote on a career that was mostly contained within the medium of television, but I think if this had been a hit (or if they had gone with the original R-rating) Norm's anti-charisma would've put this into Sandler-esque heights, or at…
"But it's my sewer, Jiminy, and I love it!"
Watched this back in July, but it's a perfect September movie and a perfect tribute to BDP for his day of birth, as it's about as pure and undiluted De Palma as it got in the 90's. Coincidence that a De Palma movie involves conspiracies and the military and false flag scapegoats and his birthday is on 9/11? "Just crunch the goddamn numbers!"
You can draw a through-line from this to almost any major blockbuster in the next 2 decades like Batman (1989), Dick Tracy, The Great Mouse Detective, The Da Vinci code, probably Die Hard. Thinking about this being released nowadays and the online incest discourse it would generate (bad guys only, but weird to have in a kids movie).
This probably seems fairly tame by today’s standards in terms of its level of critique and the subject matter it was critiquing, but I could imagine this upsetting a good portion of mainstream america by suggesting that representation in The Cosby Show or Roots could still be improved. Watching the older white producers squirm when trying to discuss the impetus behind their various “diverse” projects is hilarious, with Norman Lear coming off like the most sane one by comparison.