See a Jef Goldblum total transformation from meek family man to a total nasty. See Laurence Fishburne drive a limo like a Lamborgini and outrun a flotilla of police cars. Hear Fishburne describe what you are seeing on screen, because of the weak script. Now make the photography as grimy as possible, and throw realism out the window. Let's not forget Charles Martin Smith, who sits in one room for most of the film, with occasional visits from Fishburne. If all this sounds pretty boring, you would be correct. Eventually as the nonsense is piled on, I couldn't take any more, and hit the fast forward button. Everything in a movie should attempt to make at least a little bit of sense. Unfortunately "Deep Cover" misses the sense meter by a wide margin. - MERK
Review of Deep Cover
