Once, Michael Cimino was a great director. Now, he's just a Hollywood joke.
Why?
Here's a good example.
"Desperate Hours" is a remake of a similar movie which starred Humphrey Bogart. I've never seen the original. Wish I could say the same about the remake.
Rourke plays the mad dog killer this time out, who is on the lam with his attorney (Lynch, who should probably sue Cimino for defamation of character) and holes up with his cronies in the house of a distant man (Hopkins) and his equally distant family. Screams, fights, violence and blood all share equal screen time.
Then Crouse shows up to head the manhunt for Rourke and every last shred of belief jumps out the window to escape her. Are FBI agents really this stupid? Don't they have entrance exams? Isn't it against the law to endanger innocent peoiple just to capture an escaped convict? Isn't it? Didn't Cimino and his writers suspect as much?
Wait, I forget: this is the same man who made "Heaven's Gate".
This is, without a doubt, one of the most blatantly stupid, tasteless, egomaniacal trips through Idiot-Land I've even seen since "Dumb and Dumber". But at least THAT one was supposed to be funny.
No stars. Not a one. Watching "Desperate Hours" is like witnessing a car accident, only more painful and with more victims.
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