Night Watch (1995) (TV)

Director:

David Jackson

Writers (WGA):

Alistair MacLean (story)
Alistair MacNeill (novel)

Release Date:

4 October 1995 (USA)

Genre:

Action | Thriller

Tagline:

Action and espionage share a common bond.

Plot:

UN agents Mike Graham and Sabrina Carver are sent by their director Nick Caldwell to investigate the theft of Rembrandt's painting...

Plot Keywords:

Art | Forgery | Art Theft | Painting | Hong Kong

Cast

Pierce Brosnan	...	Michael 'Mike' Graham
Alexandra Paul	...	Sabrina Carver
William Devane	...	Nick Caldwell
Michael Shannon	...	Martin Schraeder (as Michael J. Shannon)
Kay Siu Lim	...	Mao Yixin (as Lim Kay Siu)
Irene Ng	...	Myra Tang
Hidde Maas	...	Miles Van Dehn
Tom Jansen	...	Insp. De Jongh
Tomaslav Ralis	...	Louis Armand
Harold Bone	...	Lemmer
Rolf Saxon	...	Ted Fisk
Natalie Roles	...	Jennifer
Kate Harper	...	Psychologist
Mark King	...	Luke Sheehan
Terry Diab	...	U.N.A.C.O. Voice (voice)

Also Known As:

Alistair MacLean's Night Watch
Detonator 2: Night Watch
Detonator II: Night Watch (USA)

MPAA:

Rated R for some violence.

Runtime:

94 min

Country:

UK | USA | Hungary

Language:

English

Color:

Color

Sound Mix:

Stereo

Certification:

Canada:13+ (Quebec) | Canada:18 (Nova Scotia) | Canada:AA (Ontario) | Canada:PG (Manitoba) | Iceland:12 | Iceland:16 (re-rating) | Sweden:15 | South Korea:15 | Australia:M | USA:R | Singapore:PG

Filming Locations:

Amsterdam, Noord-Holland, Netherlands

Company:

New Line Cinema

Movie Connections:

Spoofs Ace Ventura: Pet Detective (1994)

Worst film ever!

Stay clear of this if you value good adaptations of Alistair McLean novels (Where Eagles Dare, The Guns of Navarone, Fear is My Weapon, etc). This must be the worst film made ever. The opening scene is hilarious, even though it clearly isn't supposed to be, the shooting scenes throughout are horrible, the acting appallingly bad, and after an hour you really just want it to end. Pierce Brosnan runs around looking like some American Hillibilly with his British accent shining through every other scene. His smug acting style fits his character, but he just doesn't pull it off. The female lead, Alexandra Paul, makes a performance that surely qualifies for some award given to least impressive acting job ever. Warm presence? Moronic presence I'd say. It really is painful to watch. I had to fast forward the thing in the end in order to avoid hurting myself badly with a stapler. Writer-directer David Jackson probably does his best to make something out of this low-budget production, but in the end the film should be taken to a back alley and put out of its misery.