Clint Eastwood plays a bounty hunter who helps out the wife (Bernadette Peters) of a bail-jumper after her child is kidnapped by neo-Nazi types.
I don't think this film is nearly as bad as it's reputation suggests, but it sure isn't good. Eastwood could sure sleepwalk through these lazy action/comedies he did in the 1980s. Bernadette Peters seems to be cast in the obligatory Sondra Locke role, and while she's better than Locke ever was, she has zero chemistry with Eastwood. When a film has a great line-up of character actors like Bill Moseley, William Hickey, James Cromwell and Bill McKinney, it can't be a complete waste of time, but nobody seems to be trying nearly hard enough. Sven Ole-Thorsen appears as a heavy.
Buddy Van Horn brings an unusual Eastwood vehicle that has little to offer the viewer. Eastwood stars as a skip-tracer who is asked to bring back a woman who skipped on her bail, Bernadette Peters, and in the process incurs the wrath of some white supremacists.
Yes, this scatterbrain of a movie is all over the place. Eastwood is acting outside his comfort zone with some cringing results. Kudos for trying something different but it doesn't work. There's little chemistry between him and Peters in what's supposed to be a 'buddy' flick. He's supposed to be a master of disguise, able to get his man, or woman, with little fuss after he poses as some eccentric figure such as a…
It's one of those movies you either have to watch on VHS, or late at night on television. Gritty as hell.