17 July 2019 | jcp370
Donna Mills deserved the gas chamber for those outfits!
This flick was so very, very bad it was hilarious. How Stephen Bauer ever got work in Hollywood again is a miracle. His swaggering was so heavy, I was afraid he'd topple over. He even had the James Dean undershirt with rolled up sleeves. He was effective, though; just by saying, "you'd better talk now", criminals immediately confessed. This film had it all: garish 90s outfits (OMG, that purple!), sleazy neon motel, run-down cafe and criminals with heavy New York accents. Two questions will haunt me forever: what was the town that was so bad it had to be named twice and was Donna Mills supposed to be a doctor? I hope not for the patient's sake: those outfits could easily have stroked out half the population of Scottsdale.