Just as Jeremy Jackson attempts to become the first male firewoman in New York, fires begin mysteriously erupting from toilets all over the City and Fire Marshal Marc Marshall is called in ... See full summary »
Just as Jeremy Jackson attempts to become the first male firewoman in New York, fires begin mysteriously erupting from toilets all over the City and Fire Marshal Marc Marshall is called in to investigate. From the start, Jeremy is heckled and sexually harassed by his tough as nails female cohorts including his instructor, the hard-boiled Lt. Shithouse. Jessica Luvintryst, Jeremy's old flame and the Mayor's very personal assistant, rekindles the fire in his eyes and between his thighs. Jeremy discovers trace jet fuel at the fire sites and soon becomes hot on the trail of The Most Evil Man and his diabolical scheme. In the tradition of Naked Gun, Backfire spoofs Backdraft. Written by
Exceedingly lame comedy, though I did laugh a couple of times
The jokes in this movie generally fall into one of the four following categories: obvious ("Your back!" - "Yes, I'm back" - "No, your BACK"), crude (a coroner biting off a piece of a corpse), repetitive (every time an expression is used, it is then demonstrated literally: for example, a man says "Don't put words into my mouth", then pulls out a piece of paper with "words" written on it), and derivative ("I have to take this to the city hall" - "What is it?" - "It's a big building where the mayor has his office, but that's not important right now"). Of course when you have so many gags one will work every once in a while, and I did laugh a couple of times. There is also some mild eye-candy from Kathy Ireland, but the appearance of three screen legends - Mitchum, Savalas and Winters - doesn't add anything to the film, in fact it detracts from it as all three seem to be in poor health (and this was indeed Savalas' last film role). (*1/2)
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