Star witness under police protection, set to the pertinent tune of Gershwin, and in his own town too. The pivotal policeman, the one on the night shift that is, when a shoulder is most apt to be needed to nest on, is Just Your Average Joe ("Fuckin' A!") and the witness is A Real Lady (vegetarian). There's something between them besides the social gap, however, or rather there develops something once her nerves get the better of her. The director of this TV-cop-show material is Ridley Scott, and there is no scraped-up wad of twice-chewed bubble gum which he wouldn't attempt to resuscitate by tire pump. The subway or the Guggenheim, the sidewalk or the social gala -- there's nothing too low or too high, too common or too outré, that he won't behave as if dizzied and dazzled by it: by the smoke, the strobe effects, the twinkle and glitter, and above all the shafts, fogs, oozes, and veils of milky white light. None of this will blind a viewer to the emptiness of it all, nor to the running-in-place (or moseying-in-place, more like it) monotony of it. Tom Berenger, Mimi Rogers. (1987) — Duncan Shepherd
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