Word: malefactors
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...Harry may shoot or squash or harpoon the odd malefactor. He may find fellowship with Patricia Clarkson, a Sondra Locke look-alike who plays a prying TV reporter. And he does get to drive in the big chase scene, in which a remote-controlled toy car with explosives attached hounds Harry through the town's roller-coaster streets. True Californians, he and his partner never think to get out and run for cover. But then, this picture's soul is located 400 miles south, in the Los Angeles movie industry, where metaphorical backstabbing is business as usual...
...performances match the tone. Cox and Ferrer are two sides of the same counterfeit corporate coin, and Kurtwood Smith (the most prominent punk) is one baaad malefactor. Weller, as the one good gunslinger in town, manages to convey emotion through the merest slit in his helmet. But the film is less an actors' showcase than a smart, grim satire. The only TV program to be seen is a slapstick variety show. Commercials peddle the 6000 SUX, the car of the future that brags about getting only 8.2 m.p.g., and a holocaust home-video game called Nukem. Giggly anchors read news...
...called Ma Raison, and one of Cane's bright ideas to save the farm is something called a bran raisin -- no need to add cereal. Other, broader gags can be quite funny. When one character finds himself face to face with a loaded gun, he coolly dares the malefactor to shoot: "You're not scared, are you? . . . Maybe you're too used to having someone do your dirty work." Only this time the bad guy interrupts by blowing him away...
High above the street, in Massachusetts General Hospital's Grey Building, behind steel double-doors and space-age airlocks, scientists are busily searching for the "cure" to a deadly disease that may kill hundreds of thousands before it is conquered. The malefactor is Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, known as AIDS...
...children and long-suffering wife in an unnamed city under an assumed identity. They are part of the federal Witness Security Program, and as such receive $1,500 a month; they run a legitimate business and own a suburban home. For those repelled by the notion of a malefactor getting away with murder, there are two compensations: this is a true picture of crime, with its permanent sense of insecurity, its blunders, its lack of intelligence and trust. And then there is the source of Hill's current misery. "I'm an average nobody," he complains. "I get to live...