After a rich old man dies in a suspicious car accident in Acapulco, his widow wants his insurance company to pony up five million dollars. A hotshot investigator Decker (Charles Grodin) and a charming model (Farrah Fawcett) come in to check it out.
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An all-black inner city school has to become an integrated school. Few dozen white kids are transfered there, but the black students are aggressively opposed to this. The school then approaches a tough black teacher for help.
The Pickering Commission concluded that a lone gunman killed US President Kegan in 1960, in Philadelphia. 19 years later a dying man confesses to be the real shooter hired to kill him. Kegan's brother and filthy rich father investigate.
Lewis Tater writes Wild West dime novels and dreams of actually becoming a cowboy. When he goes west to find his dream, he finds himself in possession of the loot box of two crooks who ... See full summary »
The venue of the movie's climactic sequence was the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade store facility. The picture actually filmed in the toy section of Macy's department store as well as at New York's Museum of Modern Art. See more »
Ironic that Farrah Fawcett-Majors would break her "Charlie's Angels" TV contract to do this picture and her next (the ill-fated "Sunburn"): both look and play like TV-movies lost on the big screen. I was absolutely astounded that this film was shot by cinematographers Andrew Laszlo and Ralf Bode--two veteran lensmen and the thing looks dark and muddy like somebody's home movies. The script is updated "Charade" (in fact, in Japan it was called "Charade '79"), and Jeff Bridges looks ridiculous in a big bear-daddy beard and smooth chest. But forget all that. How is Farrah? She talks slowly--like a little girl--and tries holding her dazzle back. But a Farrah without dazzle has no purpose in a romantic comedy-mystery. She lugs an infant around and cries convincingly, but this meet-cute story has a chronic case of the cutes. It did nothing positive for her in 1978 and--apparently--has not involved audiences of this generation either. When people say "The Burning Bed" saved her career--this is from what they speak. *1/2 from ****
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