We open up on the evening of March 5, 1982, with the dead body of John Belushi being reeled into a morgue. Suddenly, he awakens as if nothing had happened to him, and is about to undergo an autopsy. Frightened and confused, John goes back to retrace his steps, and find out what went wrong with his life. Meanwhile, journalist Bob Woodward researches Belushi's life as he prepares to write a book about the late comic actor. The story climaxes with Woodward directly conversing with Belushi during the actor's dying moments. Written by
and I have seen a lot of films. I saw this in the theatre in 1989 and to this day I remember the sickening urge to walk out. If you like John Belushi, respect his talent, or even the sanctity of the cinema-- this film has nothing to offer you. It is mostly a pathetic showcase for the writer of Belushi's biography, Bob Woodward. As we see the progression of Belushi's life pass on the screen, Woodward actually shows up in the film like a ghost character. The most offensive scene occurs when Belushi is dying, looks up from his deathbed to see the author standing above him and he weakly utters "Breathe for me, Woodward." There are too many terrible things to mention them all, the least of which is the opening that has Belushi jumping out of his body bag in the morgue and getting into a taxi driven by a guy named "Angel." I'll leave it at that.
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