Sleazy and awesome. I was legit sad about Wings passing, he's an actor that always brings the awesomeness and as director he's got wonderful oddball tendencies.
The Art of Dying is probably his best directorial effort. It's slimy, it plays with all the B-Movie horror and cop tropes and and has some, well, interesting sex scenes.
And it's a pretty solid little thriller that plays around enough to always be interesting. And I'll miss Wings.
It's not surprising that the novelist Thomas McGuane directed a novel and not a movie. What else would a novelist do?
But it's a helluva cast, Oates, Fonda, Hickey, Kidder, Stanton and Burgress swinging for the fences. Everyone's a weirdo, but they have they're own code and problems. It ain't much of a crime story but a hangout movie with violence lurking around every corner.
It's understandable that McGuane didn't direct again, it's what let's the movie down. There's a…
Just a wonderful homage. Great gore, fun violence and a quick pace makes this movie a winner.
See it if you like some extreme shit, yo.
Dolph is great. Brandon is great. And this is near Tango and Cash levels of homoeroticism and action.
It's near GREAT but it's almost too cut-to-the-bone, but it makes up for it with sheer outrageous action. Brandon Lee compares their situation to a video game, with waves and waves of bad guys to mow down. It's a fair assessment.
It's one of the examples of 80s B-Movie Action spectacles.
