Drew
Barrymore is a Barrymore, Lionel mostly (with a flash of John).
This is a rare chance
to see Martin Sheen at his most brilliant. George C. Scott in a ponytail rather
bizarrely resembles George Washington. Moses Gunn and David Keith are vividly
keyed to the main attraction.
Which is an Old
Testament prophetess calling down fire to blast her enemies with.
One of the most
amazing and delectable pictures to be found.
Armed and Dangerous
Walter Goodman of
the New York Times called this “an exercise in inanity”.
There’ll be a cineplex named after him somewhere, someday.
It opens with a
cop up a tree and a defense counsel who gets his client locked up for
safety’s sake. The cop and the lawyer enter a new line of work as
security guards. The union is crooked, the company is crooked, so the last line
of defense is this pair.
And that must be
what disarmed the critics, seeing things brought to such a pass on the screen.
After all, the script is very funny, the actors are great and Mark L. Lester is
an underrated director who ends a conventional car chase only to begin with new
mayhem.
But this is all
palaver. Something so rigorous as Armed
and Dangerous ought to be enjoyed for Candy’s high style in low
matters, Levy’s shifty reasoning out of all bounds, Kenneth
McMillan’s saintly savoir-faire, Steve Railsback’s gung-ho yahoo,
Don Stroud and Bruce Kirby as bad cop/good cop, the terrible macho of Jonathan
Banks and Brion James, Robert Loggia as the hooligan atop the pile, and Stacy
Keach, Sr. as the judge, with Meg Ryan as Margaret Dumont.
Showdown in Little Tokyo
The gentle joke
is that Showdown in Little Tokyo is very largely modeled on
Pollack’s The Yakuza, but filmed Stateside with plenty of local
color. Dolph Lundgren’s skillful quietude dominates the rhythm, with
Brandon Lee’s genteel acuity in counterpoint.
Much of the main
interest is in seeing how Lester constructs this out of his actors. His camera
moves fast for naturalistic glimpses in the action scenes.
A near forerunner
to Rising Sun, also featuring Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa and Tia Carrere.
So, between
Sydney Pollack and Philip Kaufman, a very amusing film about ganglords and
rituals, with its whorehouse/bathhouse number, its fatal distillery, and its
fireworks finale.