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1983 Films, Brian Dennehy, Crime Thriller, Ian Bannen, Ian McDiarmid, Joanna Pacuła, Lee Marvin, Michael Apted, Michael Elphick, Political Thriller, Richard Griffiths, Rikki Fulton, Thriller, William Hurt

Gorky Park-1983

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Gorky Park-1983

Director Michael Apted

Starring William Hurt, Lee Marvin, Joanna Pacula

Scott’s Review #1,522

Reviewed March 8, 2026

Grade: B+

Gorky Park (1983) is an aptly named thriller set in Moscow, Russia, involving a mysterious triple murder of three young adults while ice skating at the titled central park. In addition to being murdered, their faces have been skinned and their fingerprints removed.

Russian detective Arkady Renko (William Hurt) uncovers a network of deceit and intrigue when he investigates the murders.

As he tries to make progress on the case, it becomes apparent that the KGB doesn’t want the homicide to be solved, and Renko needs to know why. He eventually meets an American businessman, Jack Osborne (Lee Marvin), who offers some clues, but Renko soon realizes that Osborne may be involved in the plot.

He also meets and falls in love with a mysterious young woman, Irina Asanova (Joanna Pacula), who owned the ice skates found on one of the victims.

The film succeeds in outlining a compelling story that doesn’t lag and in providing a cold, wintry atmosphere, just what one would expect from the drab Russian environment. The audience knows deadly shananigans have occurred, and the film is fun to watch as it tries to connect the dots.

Even though the action is palpable, the ensuing mystery can feel overly complicated at times and hard to follow, leading to an overwhelming feeling.

Accepting Hurt, an American actor, as a Russian police investigator takes some time. For the first thirty minutes, I thought he was an American character.  He sometimes shows hints of an English accent and no Russian at all.

Once I accepted this, Hurt does a very good job at leading the film, which is a tough ask given the complexities of the story. He is handsome and a good guy wanting to do the right thing, so he’s easy to root for.

The film is adapted from the 1981 novel written by Martin Cruz Smith.

While most of the film is set in Moscow, the action later shifts to Stockholm, Sweden, a city I adore. Due to the Cold War conflicts between the Soviet Union and the United States, the film was obviously not shot in Moscow.

Finland and Sweden were the chosen filming locations.

As hard as I tried to follow the main plot, my mind occasionally wandered because there are KGB elements, Jack Osborne, Irina, and an American detective, William Kurwill, in the mix, as well as various colleagues and connections to Renko.

Any or all of these characters or organizations could be involved in the murders, and minor red herrings like the creepy Professor who recreates the victim’s heads and Irina, who comes off as a cold and unfeeling, emerge as the story goes along.

Despite the story’s complexities, Gorky Park is filmed very well and rises above the ranks of mediocrity it could have fallen into, since countless other political and crime thrillers have used the tired Russia/United States rivalry.

The elements are the best part because numerous snowy and bleak sequences enhance the overall story and atmosphere. A scene in woodsy Sweden is wonderfully cold and white, with the woods and a shack coming into play.

The romantic storyline between Renko and Irina is more plot-driven than anything fresh. It’s predictable from the moment the characters meet as they delve into a strong dislike that becomes a love formula.

While there are some cliches to endure, like menacing ‘type’ characters and the overuse of the word ‘comrade’, the film surprisingly feels crisp, and the big reveal and the hows and whys of a sable fur smuggling organization, though years later, feel dated, are interesting.

I’m not sure I need to see Gorky Park (1983) again, but considering it’s a political/crime thriller amid hundreds of similar films, it stands a bit above the rest.

1977 Films, Brian Dennehy, Crime Drama, Diane Keaton, Drama, Julius Harris, LeVar Burton, Priscilla Pointer, Richard Bright, Richard Brooks, Richard Gere, Richard Kiley, Tom Berenger, Tuesday Weld, William Atherton

Looking for Mr. Goodbar-1977

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Looking for Mr. Goodbar-1977

Director Richard Brooks

Starring Diane Keaton, Tuesday Weld, Richard Gere

Scott’s Review #1,485

Reviewed July 25, 2025

Grade: A-

Diane Keaton won the Academy Award for Best Actress in 1977 for Annie Hall, an excellent film by Woody Allen, but as has happened in Oscar history, she won for the wrong role.

She delivers her best acting performance of her distinguished career in Looking for Mr. Goodbar (1977), a raw crime drama in which she plays Theresa, a liberated and carefree young schoolteacher living in a metropolitan area.

The film, directed by Richard Brooks (Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, 1967, and In Cold Blood, 1968), is based on Judith Rossner’s 1975 best-selling novel. The setting inexplicably shifts from New York City to San Francisco, but it feels exactly like the troubled urban metropolis of its late 1970s, crime-ridden period.

I nearly felt as if Theresa’s dingy, windowless apartment was a character in itself.

The musical soundtrack is a significant win, featuring disco anthems from the time, such as ‘Don’t Leave Me This Way’ by Thelma Houston and ‘Love Hangover’ by Diana Ross.

Film lovers familiar with Taxi Driver (1976) and Cruising (1980) (both set in New York City) will notice similarities and draw parallels.

Theresa (Diane Keaton) teaches deaf children during the day and cruises singles bars and discos at night. Despite being raised a devout catholic ‘good girl’, she favors quick nights of passion with random suitors, ignoring the advances of well-meaning but nerdy social worker James (William Atherton).

She pursues the likes of Tony (Richard Gere), whose threatening knife and swagger excite her. As the film progresses, Theresa becomes increasingly entangled in perilous encounters, putting her life in danger.

Despite a jarring shift in story direction towards the end of the film and the geographical change, I found more than enough to merit a superior rating, especially Keaton’s performance.

Keaton flawlessly carries the film as an unapologetic, progressive character. She lives life, enjoys life, and sees nothing wrong with her chosen lifestyle. Keaton is fearless, delivering a likable character we probably shouldn’t like.

She can be cutting, self-centered, and moody, but takes sheer delight in teaching deaf kids who have problems at home, almost fostering them as her own.

Richard Kiley and Priscilla Pointer play Theresa’s parents in rather one-note performances. They are devout Irish Catholics, but too much time is spent showcasing their traditional values.

Theresa’s sister, Katherine, played by Tuesday Weld, is more like Theresa but more needy, and clinging to any man she meets. The sisters are close, even living in the same building, and constantly have each other’s backs.

Looking for Mr. Goodbar perfectly depicts life in an inner city in the mid-1970s: booze, sex, parties, and drugs.

Rinse and repeat.

The male characters that Theresa interacts with are of different types. Her first fling is with her married professor, whom she fantasizes about living with. When this doesn’t work out, she has urges for more dangerous experiences.

Tony (Gere) is sexy, unreliable, and dangerous, and Theresa is titillated. It’s with him when she teeters over the brink.

The film transitions from a sexual thriller into a deadly final sequence, leaving my mouth hanging open with surprise. The ending will leave audiences on the edge of their seats and may not please those seeking a happily-ever-after story.

Is the audience supposed to learn a lesson? Does Theresa get what she deserves? How dare she live her life as she sees fit? These are questions well worth further discussion.

The introduction of Gary (Tom Berenger), a tortured gay man Theresa meets in a bar, comes so late in the film that there is barely time to get to know the character. But he doesn’t put the LGBTQ+ community in such a positive light.

Still, the gay men who yearn to be straight cannot be dismissed since this was commonplace when the story was created.

With a spot-on atmosphere filled with juicy late 1970s coolness and danger, and a brilliant starring turn by Diane Keaton, Looking for Mr. Goodbar (1977) has more than enough to warrant a watch and a follow-up chat.

2018 Films, Annabelle Wallis, Brian Dennehy, Comedy, Ed Helms, Hannibal Buress, Isla Fisher, Jake Johnson, Jeff Tomsic, Jeremy Renner, Jon Hamm, Lowest Rated Films, Rashida Jones, Sebastian Maniscalco

Tag-2018

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Tag-2018

Director Jeff Tomsic

Starring Ed Helms, Jeremy Renner, Jon Hamm

Scott’s Review #1,010

Reviewed April 10, 2020

Grade: D

Tag (2018), starring Ed Helms, weakly attempts to re-create some semblance of magic that The Hangover trilogy (2009-2013) initially had, in which the actor starred.

The result is an over-the-top and self-indulgent mess that incorporates the standard gags that raunchy comedies always do and a little more.

The characters are caricatures, and the film provides no character development or anything fresh to stay with the viewer after the credits roll at the end.

The most interesting part is post-credits, where the real-life figures the film is based upon appear.

The film gets off to a dumb start as Hogan Malloy (Helms), an established physician, inexplicably gets a job as a janitor at an esteemed corporation to go undercover and “tag” Bob Callahan (Hamm).

The childhood friends, along with “Chilli” Cilliano (Jake Johnson), and Kevin Sable (Hannibal Buress) attempt to pursue and “tag” their other buddy Jerry Pierce (Jeremy Renner), who has alluded to the “loser award” for the past thirty years, given to the member last tagged during May, when their annual contest is held.

The rest of the film piggybacks on this premise as the group pursues Jerry in tired form as adventures ensue. The specifics are running through other people’s apartments, tumbling down fire escapes, impersonating older women, and continued use of backflips, stop-motion editing, and nutty situations.

You get the idea.

The least appealing quality of Tag is that it feels forced and too derivative of similar films. The filmmakers try to create a “buddy film” and a camaraderie between the characters that never amounts to much. The reason for this is that they embed each character with specific qualities that define them instead of making them fresh or creative in any way.

We meet Chilli as he smokes pot with his father, revealing that he is divorced, unemployed, and a pothead. Bob is uptight, business-like, and the ladies’ man. A token black character (Kevin) is the comic relief.

The characters are one-note and uninspired.

Other weak points from a character standpoint are prevalent. Hogan is written as the “straight man,” meaning the most sensible of the group. He is the main character and has a competitive streak that his wife, Anna (Isla Fisher), shares.

Her character is most irritating as she has fits of rage and then turns sweet. Fisher has been cast in raunchy comedies for most of her career, so it would be nice to see her branch out to better roles.

Finally, Hogan’s mother, the local bartender, and a fitness worker are written poorly.

As a bonus, the film adds a homophobic sequence to offend audiences. Meant for laughs, as are most offensives, the male fitness worker is lightly interrogated as the men attempt to locate Jerry.

A back-and-forth involving presumptive oral sex is written as a joke, and in addition to being unnecessary, the sequence goes on and on.

Wishful thinking is for genre comedies to finally create something fresh and stereotype-free or make mockeries of groups of people.

Predictably, the conclusion is silly and trite. The film culminates in a hokey wedding scene when the friends are tricked by Jerry’s fiance, who fakes a pregnancy and miscarriage in a gag-worthy effort. A moment of feigned sincerity is followed by a juvenile rapid-fire torrent of “You’re It!” that would make a ten-year-old boy roll his eyes in disbelief.

Tag is not a complete disaster. If one sticks to the entire watch, a couple of tidbits of pleasure emerge. Familiar classic rock songs like Danzig’s “Mother,” Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train,” and “Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm” by Crash Test Dummies are interspersed throughout the running time.

An added romantic triangle between Bob, Cheryl (Rashida Jones), and Chilli has potential if it were not relegated to a subplot with no resolution. Both men have chemistry with Cheryl and possess some likeability.

A film that will certainly wind up in the $1.99 (or less) bargain bin, Tag (2018) might have been a relaxed effort by the cast of actors to shoot, but they must have had more fun than anyone watching it will have.

With big-name stars and an interesting premise on paper anyway, the film fails to deliver the goods, embellishes based on a true story to the max, and results in a complete waste of time.