Another Tony Bill contemplation of violence and pacifism among the young (to go with My Bodyguard). But different. Very different. A sort of horror-comic vision of the Bronx in the Sixties, complete with a scarred Frankenstein's monster and an unconscious blonde in his arms. The interest of an Irish policeman's son in the teachings of Martin Luther King (and the music of Bob Dylan) makes an effective counterpoint. And there is a lyrical episode (backed by the same Delibes piece used in I've Heard the Mermaids Singing) of joyriding atop adjacent elevators on a double date. But the resolute bizarreries of scriptwriter John Patrick Shanley (Moonstruck) keep pelting the spectator with lead balloons. Tim Robbins, John Turturro, Jodie Foster. (1988) — Duncan Shepherd
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