A Cherry Pontiac Lemans Convertible...Two Days...Two-Hundred & Fifty Grand. When your lemon lot hits the skids you glom the gig no matter what the smell. For Bob and Sid, two slicked-back ...
See full summary »
The Driver finds himself in a dangerous, yet highly political situation; this time being pursued by a helicopter gunship while carrying a passenger with a suitcase, the contents of which will decide the fate of a nation.
When a Las Vegas performer-turned-snitch named Buddy Israel decides to turn state's evidence and testify against the mob, it seems that a whole lot of people would like to make sure he's no longer breathing.
A Cherry Pontiac Lemans Convertible...Two Days...Two-Hundred & Fifty Grand. When your lemon lot hits the skids you glom the gig no matter what the smell. For Bob and Sid, two slicked-back burnouts, bum luck runs in spades. With a goose-egg for cash flow and a fore-closure falling fast, they take the gig. The Upside: Fat Cash...The Flipside...Every Thug, Crook, Punk and Mercenary on the planet looking to get rich. Written by
"I've seen this movie and I would like to comment on it!"
"For a mere $10K, you too can make a wild and crazy neo-noir escapade film such as this!", or so my tag line would read! I've seen this movie about 6 times to date and I always find something new that I missed before. Is that because I have a severely low attention span (ADHD) or is it actually a good and challenging script? I tend to agree with the latter option, but then again, I was never known to face up to my deficiencies anyway.
The snappy, sometimes staccato, usually literate dialog, (which probably offends anybody, any ethnic group, political party, et al one time or another!) coupled with a well developed not-so-linear plot line provides the main impetus for this movie. The opening sequences dealing with car salesmen not only come across as wild parody, but also serve to foreshadow further plot developments. Joe C. and his band of outrageous thespian brothers come across in grand fashion to set in motion these equally outrageous sequences of events. My favorite dialog-tichian (new word!) is the FBI head agent whose articulate, snappy police banter provides a welcome interlude in this menagerie of already rampant clichés and assorted put-ons. See it, if only for the fun of it. That's what it's all about anyway, isn't it?
5 of 11 people found this review helpful.
Was this review helpful to you?
| Report this