This film is to art as Joseph Mengela is to medicine. What could be sexier than boat cops in Pittsburg? Even God was against this film being made since it was overcast in nearly all the boating scenes. Parker and Willis are at their absolute worst, but they shine compared to the screenwriter. Andre Brauer once again lends a Shakepearean tone to his part as an Internal Affairs investigator. Who knew Othello was a cop in Pittsburg? Timothy Busfield hits his one note with great aplomb. And the supporting cast all seem to know what everyone else in this waste of petroleum based celluloid knows; we're making a really bad movie. It is awesomely awful. If university profs use Chinatown and The Sting as shining examples of writing excellence, then Striking Distance must appear on the opposite end of their spectrum. I'm poring through my film books to see if there is a cliché that didn't make it into Striking "KEEP YOUR" Distance.
Review of Striking Distance
