- Ghostbusters II (dire - especially Peter McNicoll's role - a poor man's Rick Moranis)
- Licence to Kill (one of Bond's most disappointing outings)
- The Abyss (more like the Abyss-mal)
- Troll 2 (famously regarded as the worst film ever made)
- Born on the 4th July (sanctimonious rubbish masquerading as high drama)
- Dead Poets Society (a banquet of mawkishness)
Then there are films that you just cannot put your finger on, these special features that defy good or bad but just fall into a category of unadulterated brilliance. No, I am not talking about John Matuzak's 'One Man Force' or Don Johnson's 'Dead Bang', I am talking about the seminal Stuart Chapin and Riff Hutton buddy-cop vehicle 'Shotgun' <click to see trailer>.
As the two cops pick up leads across town, delving more and more into Rivington’s sleazy empire things start to become personal. When the boys start getting too close the corrupt lawyer decides to send a warning shot, gunning down the protagonist’s ‘only blood relative’, his sister.
At the end of the day a film is only as good as its sum parts, where the script sometimes might falter Chapin and Hutton knock the ball right out of the park with bravura performances, defying the populist Academy and Screen Actors’ Guild to deliver a film that both shows the vulnerability of South California detectives but also opens up the seedy underbelly of a consumer society obsessed by cheap thrills. Is this a must see? I think yes!