Sometimes brutal. An 80s cop movie that feels more like an homage to the great, gritty cop movies of the 70s. There are no cheesy chase scenes, Kenny Loggins music, snappy one liners or throw away romances. Just James Woods as a slow-burning a detective investigating a serial killer in LA. The movie was criticized for being overly violent, vulgar and exploitative. They’re right. Isn’t that what crime is? The 80s would have you believe that cops were polite, told jokes and drove Ferraris. This film bridged the gap between the great independent films of the 70s and the great independent movies of the 90s. A reminder that there were some great independent movies in the 80s, if you look hard enough. The last line of the film worth waiting for; Woods at his smoldering best.
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