When call girls are murdered and mutilated, and a bloody symbol is left behind, a cop finds his news reporter wife in the crosshairs of a killer.
Robert Forster and cool blue titles usher us into a nightworld of call girls and unease. Shaft himself is back as a cop, this one rubs up against slasher movie conventions while mixing wry humor and police procedural standards that in the hands of a lesser actor would be rote, but with Robert Forster become absolutely illuminated. Robert Forster. Medium Cool. Alligator. Jackie Brown
He raises this film like Cannabis raises consciousness. He carries it on his rugged and beautiful face, he carries it like hendrix carries you as he flies on wings of liquid steel, Forster and Richard Roundtree work off each other like Jazz Giants, slinging call and response dialogue with absolute ease. The soundtrack is the standard for sublimely straight to video action cop horror,
Shoot that poison arrow from a crossbow thorugh there heart. Roses crushed under high heels.Ask him if he cares. Venetian blinds streaming the California sun through precinct office windows, early 90s cars on early 90s highways, the warmth of 35mm film, even at this low budget, pulsate.
Leather Jackets and pony tails on men and ritual rites of dark magic entwined with the ex of the cop who is a reporter routine adding a layer of humanity to proceedings.
Spurs that jingle jangle and this killer of call girls taunts the agencies of our worlds authority in calling the news reporter and the lead cop on the case. TV Sets stacked upon TV sets, Sickly cries for redemption and mercy make a mockery of the Just and Right in this very carefully constructed world, a world where death is cheap.
The Evil Of Money, A Powerful Banker is also A killer of women who make there money in the oldest way, in there situation perhaps the only way. The Los Angeles streets of the 1990s, as now, where no one wins.
Thus Completes our William Webb Retrospective on Down The Tubi's.
No comments:
Post a Comment