The lives of a group of young Chicago men, as seen through the eyes of one of them, a thirty-something writer suffering from the early onset of midlife crisis brought on by nostalgia, his dying friend and the wedding of his old flame.
Bobby G. lives life on the edge in this real, raw New York street drama. Bobby is a small-time coke dealer, always on the hustle but rarely successful. He lives in Hell's Kitchen with his ... See full summary »
Completely innocent man, Michael Jordon, is drawn into a web of government secrets when a girl carrying a mysterious package gets into a taxi with him. When she's later murdered, Michael becomes the chief suspect and goes on the run.
The main character (throughout this statement referred to as Slick) was definitely a jerk and The flick is dated as hell. His brother, though, gave two of the best explanations of the screwed up male psyche that I've heard (not exclusive to flicks). It kind of reminded me of Roger's comments in "Roger Dodger"(except less biased). The lack of boobies disturbed me because it was a rated R eighties flick. Slick's wife was a little too much of a shrew ( nice rear upper thigh area though). The fellow from 'The Princess Bride' (y'know, the Sicilian) in a buddy role is great. I understand that this movie isn't great, but one has to root for Otter and
there is some very good dialog. Scabldeboo!
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