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When the Empire State Building was being constructed, another high-rise skyscraper, the Chrysler Building was its rival. As far as I know, this is the only film to pay homage to the Chrysler Building.

The Q stands for Quetzacoatl, a winged serpent from Aztec mythology. Outside of that, the Aztec connection isn't that great. But the idea of a monster living in seclusion in New York, feeding on sunbathers and the like, is rather bemusing.

The film is a rarity: a police-procedural monster film. The only other that comes to mind is Them!, with the giant ants. This one is truer to form, though not as taut.

Entertaining. A good rainy-day film.

It was the best of films. It was the worst of films.

One day Screenwriter Larry Cohen came up with two interesting but totally different ideas. The first was a Science Fiction epic about two NYC detectives charged with stopping a modern day Aztec cult and the monsterous winged deity they have brought to life.

The second concerns the exploits of a small time hood trying to rise above his station in life. Both interesting concepts. Unfortunately, try though he might Cohen could not develop enough material to make either project viable. Then a thought struck him. A notion so radical he dare not give it utterance. What if he were to combine both projects into one??????

Sound impossible???? Well Cohen tried to pull it off with the convoluted epic Q.

Q stands for Quetzacoatl, the aforementioned winged deity worshipped by the aforementioned Aztec cultists. Needless to say Q is not a nice deity and decides to get its jollies noshing on penthouse dwelling Manhattanites. Investigating the crime are Richard Roundtree and David Carridine as the aforementioned detectives.

Meanwhile the aforementioned small time hood protrayed by Micheal Moriarty is making a half hearted attempt to reform. He fails and is soon involved in a jewel heist. When the heist goes sour Moriarty seeks a spot to lay low. As chance would have it his sanctuary happens to be the same location Q has chosen for its nest. When Roundtree and Carridine's investigation fails to turn up Q hiding spot Moriarty offers to lead them to the nest in exchange for criminal immunity and monetary considerations.

The blending of these two stories is far from seemless. Despite the critical praise he recieved for this role, Moriarty's charactor seems totally out of place. His low end gangster antics seem better suited for an episode sapranos.

Far more impressive, though sadly less seen is Q itself. Brought to life with the aid of some niffy bits of stop motion animation, the elephant sized beastie wings its way over the Manhattan skyline out performing the human actors as it goes.

The best thing Cohen could have done is to drop Moriarty's entire segment and replace it with something more in keeping with the films Sci-fi nature. It would have been a far far better thing to do than he had ever done before.

Michael Moriarity is a small time crook and ex-junkie who - for a price - can lead the police to the nest of a huge prehistoric bird-like creature that is feeding off the residents of New York City. A lot of reviews rightly praise Moriarity's performance but for me having David Carradine (Kung Fu) and Richard Roundtree (Shaft) play the two leading cops was very cool. The creature is an ancient Aztec god called Quetzalcoatl, and has been revived by a man carrying out human sacrifices on willing victims (a good excuse for some fairly graphic gore). Although the special effects of the creature look dated for 1982 they add a certain charm and for me are preferable to the cheap looking CGI so often employed these days. The bird attacks are gory and fun, one involves a token scene of topless female nudity and there are some impressive aerial shots of the city. The film is occasionally let down by some poor script, the whole idea of the creature living at the top of the iconic Chrysler Building but only one man knowing this is pretty silly and I felt that the plot got bogged down at times with the police investigations. Overall Q is reasonably enjoyable, far better than most of the CGI trash that gets churned out nowadays.

Q the Winged Serpent is basically a cheesy low-budget '50s monster movie updated to the blood & nudity era, still low on budget and high on cheese. The story has the Aztec flying serpent god Quetzalcoatl coming to modern-day New York and biting off heads and such. It's a pretty creative film, effectively written and directed by Cohen, with a good cast and shot on location in New York City. Michael Moriarty shines as a petty thief who stumbles upon the monster's nest and tries to use it to his advantage. His eccentric performance is a delight to watch as he never sits still and seems to be making his lines up as he goes along. David Carradine and Richard Roundtree are also good, albeit in more traditional ways, as the two detectives investigating the killings. Candy Clark has a small role as Moriarty's girlfriend but she makes the most of it. Everyone who shares scenes with Moriarty seems to be either amused or frustrated by his acting. We don't see the monster much but, when we do, the special effects used are solid if not overly impressive. The King Kong climax is great fun. It's my favorite Larry Cohen movie, a solid horror flick but with quirky humor that sets it apart from being just another monster movie.

Cohen is pretty goddamned erratic for an auteur. I mean, I don't think I've ever seen a movie with worse continuity; I don't think the constant lapses in screen direction are an homage to Godard; the character motivation is a mess. The newspaper headlines even have spelling mistakes for crying out loud. And every gruesome effort is made to avoid showing the titular winged serpent on screen. So why is this movie so cool? First of all, because it doesn't give a sh*t; second of all, because its subject matter takes us on an unprecedented and mesmerizing tour of the rooftops of NYC. And third of all because of that cast! I can't fling my stock epithet of 'stupid detectives' at Richard freakin' Roundtree and David by-the-Jesus Carradine, now can I? And I've never seen anything like Michael Moriarty's lead performance as a born-to-lose ex-junkie loudmouth opportunist with ego to burn. He's so mesmerizing you don't care about all the nervous cutting away from the sub-Harryhausen goings-on upstairs. In fact when you realize that Moriarty in Q equals Haze in Little Shop equals Miller in Bucket of Blood, the accretion of glaring imperfections starts to look like another form of loving tribute.