There are a couple of good things about this thoroughly routine cop mystery. Some of the performances are really pretty polished but they mostly come from actors in minor parts, such as Ron Silver and James Handy. And Silver looks great. His hair is combed back and up in what might be called a long brush cut. He's given a slight beard and mustache and a pair of rimless glasses which turns him into -- believe it or not -- a youngish Wolf Blitzer. None of the other performances are less than adequate with the possible exception of Allison Eastwood's, although she's certainly a beautiful woman. Painful to think that we may have lived through almost her entire film career, from "Tightrope," when she was eleven, through such highlights as "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil," to this.
The plot's ordinary. One of the cops is shooting people through the eyeball for reasons no one can quite figure out. All they know is that it's a cop. Suspicion falls on one guy, then shifts to Gina Gershon, then shifts to -- well, enough. The last few minutes turn things around in a strictly predictable way.
The photography is cheap-looking and nothing is made of the location so there is nothing in the way of local color. The script is meant to be dramatic rather than humorous but sometimes it sounds as if the writers' naturally occurring sense of the sardonic could no longer be repressed. Discussing some sort of perversion, one cop remarks: "So what? Sex is legal in this state. A couple more Democrats in the house and it'll be compulsory." The commercial plot develops in such a way as to keep a viewer interested, though not engaged.
The plot's ordinary. One of the cops is shooting people through the eyeball for reasons no one can quite figure out. All they know is that it's a cop. Suspicion falls on one guy, then shifts to Gina Gershon, then shifts to -- well, enough. The last few minutes turn things around in a strictly predictable way.
The photography is cheap-looking and nothing is made of the location so there is nothing in the way of local color. The script is meant to be dramatic rather than humorous but sometimes it sounds as if the writers' naturally occurring sense of the sardonic could no longer be repressed. Discussing some sort of perversion, one cop remarks: "So what? Sex is legal in this state. A couple more Democrats in the house and it'll be compulsory." The commercial plot develops in such a way as to keep a viewer interested, though not engaged.