14 July 2000 | NewYorkLondonParisMunich
These bikers had really, really white teeth...
Before I say too much about "Point Doom," somebody, please, get Angie Everhart a good script. She has too much on-screen presence to be wasted in thankless roles like this.
"Point Doom" had the potential to be 90 minutes of straight-to-video fun. Hey, it WAS fun for a while, particularly the minor fender-bender which the stunt coordinator turned into an enormous car-flipping fiery explosion. And the talent agent who never gets any phone calls, but who owns a $100,000 car and a $2 million beach house. And the bikers with perfect, straight white teeth. Really white teeth. Then again, maybe the bikers weren't all that authentic, since there was very little biking going on in the movie. Do you know any bikers who keep a late-model, American-made sedan as a backup, just in case they have to take a hostage?
There's not a lot to say about this movie, so please forgive me for not taking this review too seriously. The plot is, a high-powered (allegedly) Hollywood talent agent falls for a strip club waitress whose boyfriend is a homicidal drug-dealing biker. You can guess the rest.
I should mention that the talent agent, played by Richard Grieco, has the most obnoxious haircut seen on a male actor since...hmmm, this is tough. Does Donald Trump count? Also, Andrew "Dice" Clay is in "Point Doom," playing the character you'd expect him to play: a strip club owner. Fans of Mr. Clay should stop the movie before it finishes, if they want to avoid an embarrassing scene in which Mr. Clay's character meekly climbs into the back seat of Mr. Grieco's car. How the mighty have fallen...
But back to Ms. Everhart. She's not given much to work with here, but she tries hard with it nonetheless. What would I give to see her in a leading role in a major-studio film? If George Lucas is reading this and has parts available in future "Star Wars" films, let me recommend someone...George? Are you there?