Tag: Richard Crenna
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Singular, sweaty modern noir about charismatic, hunky, and dim lawyer William Hurt having an affair with trophy wife Kathleen Turner much to the detriment of his career and relationship with closest friends, D.A. Ted Danson and cop J.A. Preston. It gets even more complicated after Hurt meets her husband–a perfectly icky Richard Crenna–and working on…
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Maybe if it weren’t for the Stephen J. Cannell television techniques (cars flying through the air or exploding on impact), the asinine, comedic banter between the deputies, some poor writing and Richard Crenna, First Blood might have been okay. Ted Kotcheff isn’t a good director though, so maybe not. Kotcheff shoots exteriors well (the stuff…
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According to IMDb, Rambo III was the most expensive movie ever made at the time of its release. It shows. Enormous sets, lots of vehicles–Rambo versus a helicopter, Rambo versus a tank, Rambo in a tank versus a helicopter. For all the money, it ought to look fantastic–except director Peter MacDonald, a camera operator and…
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Rambo‘s pretty awful. It’s not terrible–not too terrible to watch anyway (at least once, though New York Times critic A.O. Scott should probably be fired for supporting it to any degree). The main technical fault lies with George P. Cosmatos, who somehow managed to stock the crew with capable people (editor Mark Goldblatt is no…
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Ninety-six minutes of dumb fun involving an sea monster terrorizing an underwater mining operation. Great cast of recognizable eighties supporting players like Ernie Hudson, Richard Crenna, Daniel Stern, and Meg Foster. Peter Weller’s a good lead, Amanda Pays is good as his love interest; really good performance from Crenna too. Despite the prestigious screenwriters (David…
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Stupefyingly bad “steamy,” “sexy” thriller about San Francisco DA David Caruso getting involved in the shenanigans related to old pal Chazz Palminteri and old flame Linda Fiorentino. Fiorentino married Palminteri instead of Caruso, adding to the angst. Lousy script by Joe Eszterhas, lousy direction by Friedkin–the film utterly wastes its three leads, though–at best–it only…
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