This 1988 Aussie crime thriller is set in Sydney and concerns the hunt by a cynical journalist, Colin Friels, and a tough cop, Bruno Lawrence, to catch a serial killer.
(SPOILER ALERT!) The journalist manages to connect the dots faster than the cop, but they both get there in the end. There are plenty of twists and turns, and quite a dramatic end, but we are left with a bunch of questions.
The film has some fine elements: some fine actors, good photography highlighting different parts of sunny Sydney and the Blue Mountains, a director who would make some fine films in later years, and some cops and journalists prepared to bend the law to get results. However, the result is somehow less than sum of its parts.
Though Colin Friels and Bruno Lawrence are good, John Waters is somehow unconvincing as the villain. The main problem, I suspect, is the script, which has some strange jumps and clunky dialogue.
(SPOILER ALERT!) The journalist manages to connect the dots faster than the cop, but they both get there in the end. There are plenty of twists and turns, and quite a dramatic end, but we are left with a bunch of questions.
The film has some fine elements: some fine actors, good photography highlighting different parts of sunny Sydney and the Blue Mountains, a director who would make some fine films in later years, and some cops and journalists prepared to bend the law to get results. However, the result is somehow less than sum of its parts.
Though Colin Friels and Bruno Lawrence are good, John Waters is somehow unconvincing as the villain. The main problem, I suspect, is the script, which has some strange jumps and clunky dialogue.