David Hess’ range goes from zero to sixty in an eye blink. He does menace the screen with a bug-eye presence, but his danger is all torso and rage. He is a perfect fit for the home invasion/hostage flicks, but as his career attests, does not make the transition into the cartoony action pictures of the late 80s and into the 90s. He is all curly hair and open shirt thug of the fading glory days of a Times Square street hustle.
Perfect for this ridiculous movie. Opening with the stupidest rape/murder ever – a slow car chase crawls to a stop when Hess whips his car in front of the victim’s, then plops into the passenger seat next to the little woman driving. Improbable, silly, and stupid. Yet it is the motive for the rest of the movie, I guess. Though really?
Giovanni Radice hams it up as the mentally slow sidekick of the psychopath Hess. He really jams up the awkward in a fantastic dance sequence, that is both charmingly, socially sadistic. The rich kid party goers are unsympathetic, snobbish, and pained in their attempts to tease out the beast that lurks under the surface of Hess’ Alex. For you see the whole party is a set up to murder Alex. By inciting him, having him terrorize them, the party’s host can enact revenge for the rape/murder of his sister. Got that? Yeah, it does not make any sense, considering what these idiots allow to happen in the meantime.
The movie has a weird disconnect as to where the terror and horror is located. The women are painted in highly unfavorable hues. First as temptresses who need to be taken by force. In this regard, the movie is horribly misogynistic. Alex basically tries to get his lackey to rape a woman, but he can’t go through with it. Then Alex threatens people with the razor, pees on a guy in a pool, makes girls kiss, slices up a young girl after cutting away her clothes. Funny Games, this isn’t.
Very silly little movie, really.