Michael Cimino was heralded for "The Deer Hunter", which was an inspired, powerful film, the complete opposite of the disastrous "Heaven's Gate". Now, Cimino breaks new ground with "The Desperate Hours". The whole movie is a mess. I'll list just a few examples:
The head of the FBI unit was, of course, a woman. She had the most ridiculous 80's blonde, curly "big hair" imaginable. It was always blowing in her face. She spoke with the most phony southern accent I ever heard. She always was yelling and giving orders. We get it; she's in charge.
The scene where one of the criminals, covered in blood, came across two college girls who were standing by their truck at a gas station. These girls had bodies so hot that they were x-rated. One of them had the most outlandish denim shorts on. No woman could ever have worn them in public. 99% of her buttocks poured out of them.
In another scene, the girlfriend of one of the criminals was being fitted with a hidden microphone. So there she is, in a room full of people, completely topless, as a man tapes a microphone between her breasts. She was talking to the woman FBI leader like this was an everyday occurrence as the FBI man carefully taped the mike on her skin. I'm not making this up. And her breasts were the most perky money could buy.
The scene where the fugitive is walking through the picturesque wilderness. The theme from "Red River Valley" is playing. The cops tell him to drop his gun from 100 yards away. He holds the pistol in the air and they shoot him at least 100 times with automatic weapons.
Mickey Rourke runs out of bullets, so Anthony Hopkins, who is 20 years older than Rourke, out of shape, and covered in blood from a chest wound, holds a pistol in one hand and drags and tosses Rourke around like a rag doll. Not once did Rourke think of grabbing the gun from Hopkins' hand. As Hopkins throws Rourke down the stairs with one hand, the entire banister rail, which runs the length of the stairs, breaks off. Now this is a grand staircase in an upper class mansion. So much for craftsmanship.
That's just the tip of the iceberg. This movie is just as bad as anything Ed Wood put out.
The head of the FBI unit was, of course, a woman. She had the most ridiculous 80's blonde, curly "big hair" imaginable. It was always blowing in her face. She spoke with the most phony southern accent I ever heard. She always was yelling and giving orders. We get it; she's in charge.
The scene where one of the criminals, covered in blood, came across two college girls who were standing by their truck at a gas station. These girls had bodies so hot that they were x-rated. One of them had the most outlandish denim shorts on. No woman could ever have worn them in public. 99% of her buttocks poured out of them.
In another scene, the girlfriend of one of the criminals was being fitted with a hidden microphone. So there she is, in a room full of people, completely topless, as a man tapes a microphone between her breasts. She was talking to the woman FBI leader like this was an everyday occurrence as the FBI man carefully taped the mike on her skin. I'm not making this up. And her breasts were the most perky money could buy.
The scene where the fugitive is walking through the picturesque wilderness. The theme from "Red River Valley" is playing. The cops tell him to drop his gun from 100 yards away. He holds the pistol in the air and they shoot him at least 100 times with automatic weapons.
Mickey Rourke runs out of bullets, so Anthony Hopkins, who is 20 years older than Rourke, out of shape, and covered in blood from a chest wound, holds a pistol in one hand and drags and tosses Rourke around like a rag doll. Not once did Rourke think of grabbing the gun from Hopkins' hand. As Hopkins throws Rourke down the stairs with one hand, the entire banister rail, which runs the length of the stairs, breaks off. Now this is a grand staircase in an upper class mansion. So much for craftsmanship.
That's just the tip of the iceberg. This movie is just as bad as anything Ed Wood put out.