Angel had potential to be a good movie. What we have instead is a remarkably tame movie, considering it's subject, it's only real violent scene, is a shower slaying. We really have no depth of characters, though larger than life (Shawn and Calhoun-both great) and likable. John Diehl, solid, is the nutter doing them, where it ends in a showdown between Angel, well acted by Wilkes, and our psycho sicko killer who makes love to nude corpses, and sucks the yolks out of raw eggs. This is like a substitute description for his lack of written character, who we detest, and Diehl plays well with the hand he's dealt, though Angel could of been much more. Still it is a fun watch, colourful so so drama, thanks to it's quirky street characters, plus adding some spice to it, is standout Cliff Gorman, as the caring cop, though he won't admit or show it. What's up with that? Angels suffers because of it's shallow depth of it's poorly written characters. It's not a badly made film. It would of been better to go into more of Angel's background, so we'd have a better understanding of her character, we wanted to know so much more about, and that goes for all the other characters. So we're left with another cheesy exploitation B grader, that spawned three more sequels. Susan Tyrell is great as Angel's uncouth/punk haired, aspiring painter-landlord.
Review of Angel
