Truth or Consequences, N.M.
Can it get worse than
Thursday (yesterday's page)? Enter Truth or
Consequences N.M., directed by and starring Kiefer
Sutherland. Again basically ripping off Tarantino (but
not as openly as Thursday does), the movie is about a
group of violent thieves who are on the run from the
law and other criminals after a robbery turns to
murder. As a way of avoiding everyone, they take a
couple in a R.V. hostage and take them along as they
get to their destination, leaving a trail of bodies in
their wake. Also, one of the gang is an undercover cop
and they've already murdered one undercover cop, so
he's always on edge. Kiefer's character wouldn't look
out of place in Thursday, all drug-snorting and
killing everyone who looks at him (or just being
talked out of it before doing so) and is basically
unbearable for the entire movie.
The plot's pretty silly and there's a love story for
some reason then to top it off, Martin Sheen turns up
as the head of a renegade police squad who go after
the gang but they are basically murderers with badges,
adding nothing to the movie except more violence. All
ends with a massive shoot-out in the middle of
nowhere. About the only interesting thing in the movie
is the Kevin Pollak character who plays one of the
hostages who starts to take a liking to the gang
despite warnings against doing so, but apart from
that, it's violent scenes in between boredom.
If there were no Quentin
Tarantino, mankind would have to invent him. Let's
hope he never reads that. The sumbitch has a big
enough ego after being compared to Godard. Imagine how
large his head will get if he sees himself compared to
God, without the -ard.
Tarantino's Pulp Fiction was a cool film, telling a
story from the point of view of different types of
baddies and losers, combining its stylized
ultra-violence with "hip" pop lingo. I didn't think it
was quite as hip as everyone else seemed to think, but
I thought it was an interesting piece of lurid
entertainment, and a perfect match to its title,
reflecting the attitudes of the fiction found in the
sleaziest pulp magazines. Unfortunately, Tarantino's
success and acclaim inspired a whole bunch of people
to try to do just about the same thing despite a lack
of Tarantinoesque talent and panache. Truth or
Consequences, N.M. is one such example. This was the
first theatrical film (second overall) directed by
Kiefer Sutherland, who also played the hammiest role
(the trigger-happy, gun-crazy guy who is de rigueur in
B-movie crime stories).
It begins with a bunch of low-rent thugs ripping off
some mobsters. Isn't that how these things always
start? Predictably, the heist gets messed up and all
the mobsters end up dying grisly deaths. Worse yet,
one of the mobsters was an undercover DEA agent. The
stumblebums also manage to kill a bunch of police
officers in the process of making their getaway.
Therefore, our inept antiheroes have both the mob and
the Feds after them as they make a low-tech run for
We have the usual characters in their "band of four".
* The flamboyant loose
* The crime-as-a-lunchbox-job
guy who just wants to make one score and move to
Mexico with his girlfriend.
* The actual girlfriend.
* Another undercover cop.
The gang manages to pick up two hostages along the
way, and the male hostage succumbs to Stockholm
Syndrome, which means he starts to identify with his
captors and tries to become one of the gang, a rather
complicated procedure since one of their gang is a cop
to begin with, and refuses to accept his application!
Along the way to their inevitable big shoot-out in an
old deserted house, the crooks and hostages create a
massive body count and exchange pseudo-Tarantinian
banter about the nutritional properties of breakfast
burritos, the discomfort factor in Early American
furniture, the gas mileage in recreational vehicles,
and so forth.
Dickens 1080hd film clip (sample below)