The long career as an extreme auteur into the american film industry that Friedkin builded since the 60s made him…
Deal of the Century
Arms dealers from several companies vie to sell the most expensive and highest tech weapons to a South American dictator. There are complications; understanding the exact nature of how 'gifts' are used to grease the wheels of a sale, a religious conversion from one of the salesman and a romance that begins to grow between two competitors.
it's not a bad idea for a movie but it doesn't work at all. the scene with Wallace Shawn and the scene with Gregory Hines and the flamethrower were pretty good, memorable scenes. but the rest of the movie was nothing.
The plot idea is good but it doesn't come off. Sigourney is a bit placid in this one.
"National Lampoon's South American Vacation"! I mean, even though this film is rather farcical, Chevy Chase is going to South America on business, as an arms dealer looking to sell top-notch firepower to a dictator. This is pretty terrifying, considering that even Chase's pleasure vacations get disastrous, but Sigourney Weaver knows how to handle heavy-duty firearms, so it's a good thing that she's coming along on this trip. Mind you, this is more of a vehicle for Chase's screwball tastes in humor, so this big arms deal collaboration ends up going routes that would disturb even Clark Griswold. There's sex, death, political turmoil, corruption, and all sorts of other stuff that is just ripe for colorfully comedy. I mean, this…
This movie was all over the place. Was it a comedy or was it mocking arms deals? I thought it failed at both.
The three leads are okay, but Weaver isn't in this very much and Chase appears to just be playing a non-funny Fletch.
The only good scene is when Hines get into it with a couple after a fender bender.
And that ending with Hines going all rogue....what was up with that?
Really bad movie.
This is just garbage business. The film longs to be a Dr. Strangelove-esque satire, but it feels so weightless. At the very least Sigourney Weaver manages to look like she's having a good time.
This was terrible.
Okay, look at the cover art. Look at it again. Exactly.
While the film plainly expects its brand of send-up to be shrewd and slashing, it never takes any of it very far at all. Most frequently, the calculated gags seem too solemn. Not even Chevy Chase's peddling of military wares is ever very funny, though a booby-trapped urinal is clearly intended to be. Yes, Chevy Chase. And Wallace Shawn and Richard Libertini, all hilarious people. But no one concerned appears to have had any clue where the film's tone should've been pitched. The humor varies from the relatively keen to the dumb to the utterly absent.
'It's a piece of shit', Chevy Chase.
I've always been interested in what other people are seeing and watching, and naturally, I love looking at Weekend Box…
If there is a book within my library that I consider to be a "bible," though not in a truly…