Picks and Pans Review: Hot Paint
updated 03/21/1988 AT 01:00 AM EST
•originally published 03/21/1988 AT 01:00 AM EST
John (Night Court) Larroquette and Gregory (Trapper John, M.D.) Harrison are cornered. An army of cops is surrounding the art gallery where the two were trying to sell a stolen Renoir nude worth $2.8 million. There's no way out. But wait. Larroquette opens the door, holds the painting in front of him, aims the gun at the canvas and yells, 'Anybody breathes, the fat babe gets it." Well, I laughed. The writers have the perfect cracked sense of humor to match Larroquette's delivery. These same writers invent a rich Arab sheik whose idea of Western decadence is kidnapping actors from dinner theaters and forcing them to perform Neil Simon comedies. Now, that is imagination. Larroquette is great, as usual. Harrison is funnier than I thought he could be. And the movie features delightful supporting performances from gorgeous French actress Cyrielle Claire (see story on page 84), John (Nutcracker) Glover and Jonathan Cecil as eccentric art lovers. Hot Paint is a wonderful rarity on TV these days—a TV movie that's hilarious on purpose.