the detective in this film was forever grossing me out stuffing his face with shelled nuts, cracking them open with his teeth then scarfing them down, smacking his lips over espresso then using his finger to wipe the sugar off the bottom of the cup then sucking on it noisily. when he wasn't eating he was picking at his face. disgusting performance!
this film was so cookie cutter in terms of how there would be some scene to move the plot/story such as it was. then there would be a scene with weird lighting (who has all this darkness in their apartments for goodnessakes? everyone in NY evidently...) a noise would be heard, the person would caper about cautiously and then the ubiquitous Italian gloved hand of death would finally appear.
I resented having to turn the volume up and down cause I couldn't hear the dialog one moment then Keith Emerson's music would be blaring away . . . it wasn't fun to watch this movie.
the good part was the lampooning of crappy 80s choreography. the poor dancers had to run in place most of the time, tossing their kinky 80s locks back with a snap of their necks. it was about the crappiest dance performance I've ever seen both in terms of conception and execution.
another funny thing is that in counterpoint to the lights flashing on and off when people were about to be killed in the school as described in another review, for some reason when it came time to photograph the corpses, these huge klieg matrices were brought in that over lit everything and burned everyone out in just the same way, only the opposite. if that was supposed to be artistic it wasn't!
this film was so cookie cutter in terms of how there would be some scene to move the plot/story such as it was. then there would be a scene with weird lighting (who has all this darkness in their apartments for goodnessakes? everyone in NY evidently...) a noise would be heard, the person would caper about cautiously and then the ubiquitous Italian gloved hand of death would finally appear.
I resented having to turn the volume up and down cause I couldn't hear the dialog one moment then Keith Emerson's music would be blaring away . . . it wasn't fun to watch this movie.
the good part was the lampooning of crappy 80s choreography. the poor dancers had to run in place most of the time, tossing their kinky 80s locks back with a snap of their necks. it was about the crappiest dance performance I've ever seen both in terms of conception and execution.
another funny thing is that in counterpoint to the lights flashing on and off when people were about to be killed in the school as described in another review, for some reason when it came time to photograph the corpses, these huge klieg matrices were brought in that over lit everything and burned everyone out in just the same way, only the opposite. if that was supposed to be artistic it wasn't!