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Mike is asked by a Las Vegas entertainer to come to Vegas. Mike refuses, he is then knocked out and dropped (literally) into Las Vegas. He is led to believe that the entertainer had him shanghaied, which the entertainer denies. Later the entertainer is blown up (literally) and someone has planted evidence that points to Mike. Mike then sets out to try and clear his name but everyone he goes to get information is killed and he is again the suspect. Can Mike find someone who can clear him and can he keep that person alive long enough to do so? Written by
This television film features eight deaths (six men and two women). Since an account book, Johnny's diary, and a key on Barbara Leguire's costume had no existences whatsoever, Barbara and Leora were both being dishonest along with Helen. Johnny, Carl, and Brad all believed them. That is what led to their unexpected deaths. Reggie and John only murdered Barbara, Bundy, and Leora. See more »
[after Mike punches Brad in the nose]
Drop it, Hammer! Drop it! Drop it. Should've known that you'd be here.
How's Boston, Carl?
[as Brad gets back up]
Shut up. I want the book.
You're not alone, pal.
I'm serious, Hammer. Where's the book?
Why are you so interested in Johnny Roman's diary?
Johnny Roman didn't have a diary. I'm talking about the account book.
Account book, yeah. Where's Helen? Helen!
[opens the cabin boat's explosive booby-trap door and screams to his death]
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I Didn't Understand Anything (and That's Really The Point, Isn't It ?!)
So (Stacy Keach) dressed up as the 1940s' most stylish detectives (in the end of the 1980s ?!) and went through a living hell of murders, betrayals, backstabbing, where the truth had too many faces to the extent that you couldn't (or shouldn't) recognize it !
As a TV stuff and fluff, this movie got it all. It sets you successfully on your seat to end any voice for your thinking. Don't you get smart and try to find out anything. It had been manufactured to give you nothing but loss of time under the name of crime movie in the old fashion way yet weaker (but again and again who cares or should care ?). It might give you a chance to meditate on : life as assured ride of endlessly unstoppable decay, the certain stubbornness, violence, and criminality that you need to get through it, and also what a policy for producing TV movies that could be to make absolute pastime out of dallying with the American legacy of noir novels and films.
However, the shameless confusion that they cleverly made here would give you the tedium. The sequences run on the screen successively extremely forcedly non-understandable, so it might push you to call the whole thing off if you're a fan of the genre or not !. Your intelligence all the time needs a fine long apology that you'll never get, as torrents of surprises, twists, or even totally gratis ambiguous situations continue. The determination to be darkly dark could effect ridiculously on you. It seems like strange competition concerning Sam Spade and Philip Marlowe cases, which challenges you : can you catch on anything ? In fact it had the ability to make you ask not who the criminal is, but what the crime was ?!!
Though, don't deny that it has : nice moody music; (Harlem Nocturne) got me every time. The lion presence of (Stacy Keach), with a few memorable moments. Sharp funny lines (the computer will do every thing the secretaries do !?/ forgive him he's only 12 !), (I'm a boxer/ Yeah, but I didn't know you while you're standing !), or (don't trust in sands where there is no bikini !), some things like that. The colorful atmosphere is like most of the works at the 1980s : soft and vivid (despite that this is so dark noir !). With some of the 1980s' fine beauties as well. And originally that script which boldly presented chain of the most distracting unattached crimes in such a loyalty and fast speed that brilliantly made you wholly incapable of tracking down anything, as well as contributed in clearing the meaning of the word "illogical" in the dictionary of the genre as : diverting diversion.
It was childishly entreating to see and follow (Keach) as the steel (Hammer) in the 1940s' looks and the 1980s' world (albeit the modern equipments are scarcely being in cadre), traveling into future like that was, despite any logical objection, a distinct joy (Only in the 1980s !). Although the complete entertainment here wasn't complete but sure this kind of weird touches and atmosphere could at least attract a particular audience to fulfill certain dreams. The movie's personality was exhausted out of its heavy ironies and oddities but that's the point I suppose, Murder Takes All, and movie to murder all.. of your thinking for 90 minutes.
It is generally a kind-of-its-own classic ! As the pulp TV, and at its perfect "too much" condition too. So, don't strain your brain, it's brainless.
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