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hand at romance, as Gino woos back his estranged wife (Jo<br />
Campa) just moments before a handful of Richie's pals crash<br />
through the window. Of course it's all just filler for the big<br />
showdown between our hero and villain, but there's never any<br />
suspense about what the outcome of that battle will be: Richie,<br />
after all, is a coked-out, overweight madman; Gino's a great<br />
guy who loves his kid, saves a stray puppy and has a black-belt<br />
for good measure.<br />
Calling Seagal's performance leaden is like calling a tree<br />
wooden. Squinting is his idea of a facial expression (perhaps<br />
he's trying to make out his cue cards), and he delivers lines as<br />
if his tongue were dipped in cement. But physically he's a<br />
wonder, and he gives the movie's fight scenes a heart-thumping<br />
power that momentarily makes you forget his remedial<br />
acting. As Richie, Forsythe (Flat Top from "Dick Tracy")<br />
fares far better, exploding with the manic intensity of a genuine<br />
psychopath.<br />
David Lee Henry's script is little more than a hodge-podge<br />
of Clint Eastwood and Chuck Norris-inspired cliches, while<br />
director John Flynn manages to keep up with the action if not<br />
inspire his actors. And that, after all, is what "Out For Justice"<br />
is all about: a slam-bang phantasmagoria of blood and guts<br />
that will have audiences cheering its violence and ignoring its<br />
laughable dialogue and performances on its way to making<br />
Seagal an even bigger star.<br />
Rated R for violence, language and nudity. Jeff Schwager<br />
MORTAL THOUGHTS<br />
Starring Derm Moore, Glenne Headly. Bruce Wilhs and Harvey<br />
Keitel<br />
Produced by John Fiedler and Mark Tarhv Directed by Alan<br />
Rudolph Written by William Reilly and Claude Kcrx'cn<br />
A Columbia Pictures release Thriller, rated R Running time:<br />
104 min Screening date April 5<br />
Combine Hollywood's hottest couple and one of America's<br />
most interesting independent filmmakers, and what do you<br />
get? Not much, if the screenplay they're given to work with is<br />
a confusing collection of genre conventions rehashed in an<br />
unconvincing fashion. That's the case with "Mortal<br />
Thoughts," an only intermittently effective thriller directed<br />
by Alan Rudolph and starring Demi Moore (who also coproduced)<br />
and Bruce Willis.<br />
—<br />
Frustrated with Jimmy's violent, destructive behavior,<br />
Joyce often talks of doing away with her husband, even going<br />
so far as to mix poison in with his sugar; Jimmy's about to<br />
drink a cup of coffee filled with the lethal mixture when Cynthia<br />
comes to the rescue, knocking the coffee and sugar bowl<br />
off the table. Still, Cynthia tells the cops, she didn't take her<br />
friend seriously until Jimmy turned up in the back of the<br />
beauty shop van with a slit throat. Then, she says, she had no<br />
choice but to help Joyce dump the body and cover up the<br />
crime.<br />
This not-so-thrilling thriller enjoyed a large marketing<br />
campaign and faired an okay $6,068,000 at 963 screens<br />
nationwide. By its second weekend it dropped almost 50<br />
percent.<br />
Part of the trouble with the film is its structure, which<br />
shows us everything from Cynthia's point of view. As her story<br />
progresses, one of the detectives (Harvey Keitel) begins to<br />
question whether Cynthia is telling the truth, implying that<br />
she might be more involved in the murder than she's letting<br />
on. This puts the audience in the thorny position of wondering<br />
how much of what we've seen is true, a question that's never<br />
adequately answered.<br />
As Cynthia and Jimmy, real life wife and husband Moore<br />
and Willis turn in strong, convincing performances. Moore is<br />
sincere and measured as a woman whose actions and motives<br />
are always in doubt, while Willis has enough animal magnetism<br />
to allow us to imderstand how Joyce was attracted to him<br />
despite his brutal tendencies. But it's Headly who steals the<br />
show, brilliantly swaying between the extremes of victim and<br />
murderer and slipping unsteadily into insanity; one second<br />
her expression has a waifish sadness, and the next there's a<br />
ruthless glimmer in her eyes.<br />
As with his low-budget efforts "Trouble in Mind" and "The<br />
Modems," director Rudolph (who replaced co-writer Kerven<br />
just prior to shooting) gives the film a stylish visual look and<br />
establishes an effective pace, once again employing an atmospheric<br />
score by Mark Isham to great effect. But despite all the<br />
talent in front of and behind the camera, "Mortal Thoughts"<br />
still rings false; Rudolph and company simply can't save the<br />
script from its own contrivances.<br />
Rated R for violence and language. Jeff Schwager<br />
—<br />
OSCAR<br />
Starring Sylvester Stallone. Peter Riegert, Omella Muti, Tim<br />
Curry, Kirk Douglas and Mansa Tomei-<br />
Produced by Leslie Belzberg Directed by John Landis Written<br />
by Michael Barrie and Jim Mulholland. Based on the play by<br />
Claude Magnier<br />
A Touchstone Pictures release Comedy, rated PC Running<br />
time: 109 min Screening date: 4/18/91<br />
John Landis has been known to take risks in his films. Add<br />
to his list of risks directing Sylvester Stallone as a leading man<br />
in a dialogue-driven farce that copies the screwball comedies<br />
of the 1930s. Surprisingly, the gamble pays off— it should net<br />
Sly another fortune and increase Landis' status as a director<br />
who can tackle a variety of cinematic concepts.<br />
Too bad, because there's the germ of a truly intriguing film<br />
here. The script, credited to William Reilly and Claude Kerven,<br />
touches on several interesting and important subjects,<br />
including friendship, loyalty and the plight of abused women.<br />
But Reilly and Kerven never seem quite sure what kind of film<br />
they want to write, and the result is an unsteady cross<br />
between "Beaches" and "Body Heat."<br />
The film begins in a police station, where Cynthia Kellogg<br />
(Moore) is offering voluntary testimony to a pair of police<br />
officers. In flashback, we meet her best friend and boss, Joyce<br />
Urbanski (Glenne Headly), who owns the beauty parlor where<br />
Cynthia works. We also meet Joyce's husband Jimmy (Willis),<br />
an abusive lout who's more interested in drugs, gambling and<br />
getting into Cynthia's pants than he is in finding a job or<br />
settling down with Joyce.<br />
Stallone's move into the mainstream of screwball<br />
comedy lacked much sparkle in its luster. Its Brst<br />
weekend saw a mediocre take of $5,091,000 at 1388<br />
screens.<br />
Trim and well-groomed, Stallone plays Angelo "Snaps" Provolone<br />
(yes, as in the big cheese), a notorious bootlegger who<br />
is summoned to his dying father's bed and forced to promise<br />
the old man that he'll renounce his criminal activities. Here<br />
Stallone is as thick-tongued as ever, but his timing is on target<br />
and when audiences laugh at his repartee it won't be out of<br />
embarrassment.<br />
Michael Barrie and Jim Mulholland's lively dialogue spot-<br />
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