fantastically self important and completely self unaware horror film with pierce brosnan as, er, a french anthropologist who talks (with his equally french wife) like they are in "allo allo". somehow brosnan realises that the street bums in his corner of LA are in fact nomadic demons... one of said demons is played by adam ant who is about as good an actor as he is a musician (as in very, very, very bad). still, kind of fun though...

Call it an 'ambitious failure' or a mere hint of the greatness to come. John McTiernan's cinematic debut is a structural mess that leaves the viewer with more questions than answers by the end.

This supernatural thriller feels like one of those old-school horror video games where the plot is doled out exclusively through strewn memos and newspaper articles except that we, unlike the characters, don't have access to these clippings.

On the upside, the film has a glossy, commercial look that brings to mind the era when MTV encroaching into cinema wasn't such a bad thing; linking it to films like Tony Scott's "The Hunger," the early work of Russell Mulcahy, or Adrian Lyne's "Jacob's Ladder."

There are even a few moments that hint at the stunt-driven thrills to come in "Die Hard" and the like. But any way you look at it, saddling Pierce Brosnan with a French accent was a bad call.

I missed the explanation of how exactly she got possessed by him. He screamed something French in her ear right before he died, but is that all it takes? No witchcraft or voodoo?

Great concept but felt like the filmmakers unfortunately didn't know what to do with it.

How did this lead to die hard?
Yuppie follows a a gang of weird ghost punks? He somehow becomes one of them? Can you manage to stay awake through the whole movie, its hard believe me.