Picks and Pans Review: The Last of the Finest
What is Dennehy, who has distinguished himself in such films as Silverado and Cocoon, doing in this mind-sapping festival of violence and pointless obscenity?
Its idiotic plot is about three Los Angeles cops from an antidrug squad who leave the force and hunt down the drugs-and-arms-dealing bad guys who killed their partner. The dialogue runs to things like Dennehy snarling, "I want that slime bag," and action relies on a suspension of disbelief that runs from here to next Halloween. The villains, for instance, turn out to be part of a conspiracy involving organized criminals, U.S. government agents and Central American revolutionaries. This huge mass of evil, however, turns out to be a bunch of pussycats when confronted with Dennehy, Joe (Empire of the Sun) Pantoliano and Jeff (Silverado) Fahey.
Director John (The Long Good Friday) Mackenzie and his three writers (one each, apparently, for pistols, semiautomatic rifles and explosive devices) feebly attempt to inject some meaning into this balderdash by an apparent attempt to relate it to the Iran-contra affair. But guess what, guys: You make even less sense than Ollie and John and their pals did. (R)