Bad acting, pathetic script, utterly stupid tale from start to end. Watching James Russo I couldn't help wondering if he studied every James Caan film ever made or if he just happened to have all Caan's mannerisms: the thrown back shoulders, the cocky walk, the facial expressions; all were there. His character is in a warm climate with everybody in summer wear and he is never without a heavy leather jacket. How painfully pretentious. This boring murder mystery, which isn't worth the effort of explaining, was so dull I didn't know whether to laugh or go blind. After the first 3 minutes I saw where this junk was headed as Russo stared down a gun wielding punk, told him he wasn't going to shoot, then snatched the piece out of the thug's hand. Later he grabbed the same weapon from a woman's hand by the muzzle while it was cocked. Hello, moron? Russo's cornball toughguy antics were silly beyond description, not to mention far from the real world of private investigation. Awful.
