This is a strange Clint Eastwood movie (directed by Richard Tuggle). Because he's not a good guy. Nor is he a decent human being. He's a despicable cop prior to "Bad Lieutenant" the least moral person out there. And he has to locate a serial killer that's following him around New Orleans.
There are some truly ballsy moves in this movie. For one, Clint fucks everything that isn't moving. AND he's raising two daughters. This doesn't seem to bother him. But he seeks out the advice of a therapist who also doubles as a self defense teacher to help him with both his domestic life and the mindset of a killer. That in itself could be another movie. But they cram everything they got into this movie. The kills are very typical 80's. Strangulation by red ribbon seems to feel it needs to be more violent, but it's like the karate chops they did to knock people out. Comical now, ate that shit up back then. Clint also is very low key. Hes banging these hookers, but when he finds them dead, there's barely a tic of remorse. Certainly the paperwork or having to explain to their parents their child is dead would garner a bit of sadness. Nope. Nada. He moves on.
The who-dun-it case could easily be done as a Dirty Harry movie. In fact, some could argue it was re-done as "Dirty Harry and The Dead Pool." It's an okay movie to revisit some swanky jazz of the early 80's. Or Randi Brook's massive beautiful tits (she's in "The Man With Two Brains" as well).
No comments:
Post a Comment