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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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