A 75-year old Robert Wise was hauled out of retirement to direct this bizarre dance-meets-martial arts movie hybrid that's set against the backdrop of New York's Eighties crack epidemic. Given Wise's diverse career, it's a fittingly weird goodbye.
Is there anything harder to love than French cinema? Not in Exploding Helicopter’s experience.
If their filmmakers aren’t bamboozling the audience with avantgarde narrative structures, they’re boring them rigid with angst-laden characters discussing existentialism amid clouds of Gauloise smoke. The idea of simply entertaining the viewer seems positively offensive to their intellectual sensibilities.
This propensity for pretension would be bad enough were it confined solely to their prestige productions. But even when embarking on the most generic of genre films,…
CHANDLER (1971) is an incomprehensible neo-noir with Warren Oates as a down at heel private eye. A promising idea flounders amidst an impenetrable plot.
Apparently director Paul Magwood took out an advert after CHANDLER’s release to apologise for the film which was re-cut by the studio.
The butchery is all too apparent. Little makes sense and scenes clearly ‘jump’ as whole sections have been hacked out.
Still CHANDLER does find small roles for gravel voiced b-movie stalwart Charles McGraw and femme fatale Gloria Grahame.