Existential pulp thriller from the canon of Jim Thompson, the sort of marginal but not negligible talent so useful in forming a cult, especially in a foreign country, especially France. The novels for the most part don't date well, and this adaptation by James Foley often seems anachronistically stilted. Jason Patric, playing the muddled ex-pug for lost-mutt sympathy (he's called Collie, because he "looks like one"), and copying his shuffle from the punch-drunk Paul Newman of Adventures of a Young Man or else the actually shackled Newman of Cool Hand Luke, is a softening influence. And the rudderless plotting sometimes comes within hailing distance of farce. Rachel Ward, Bruce Dern. (1990) — Duncan Shepherd
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