How in pluperfect hell is this movie not the enormous cult classic it should be?
James Woods is a hard boiled cop tracking the post-Zodiac "Party Crasher" serial murderer/albino psychopath.
A chase scene involving Woods dangling from the open door of a tow truck during a police chase is only the highlight of the first ten minutes.
In walks Michael J. Fox as a short, self-absorbed movie star fresh off a sequel. He wants to portray Woods in a movie about Woods.
I think you see where I'm going with this.
Woods and Fox team up. Buddy cop shenanigans occur.
A scene ends with Fox being thrown out of a window.
Woods beats up Lewis Black at a Chucky Cheese because Black and his jerk-off friends scream drunkenly about boners around his daughter-to-be, Christina Ricci.
Fox pretends to be a cop on the subway and ends up getting into a shootout. With a squeak toy.
LL Cool J, Luis Guzman, and Delroy Lindo populate the police station.
And of course, the coolest killer in MC Hammer pants, the Party Crasher. Who plays Battleship with himself.
This is the best film you've never seen.
