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My review was written in February 1988 after watching the film in a Columbus Circle screening room.

"The Blue Iguana" is a likable problem child: a hip, modern film noir thatg is too wacky and too specialized in its situations to attract general audiences. Add problematic casting of the central roles and you have an iffy theatrical entry destined for cult status in future.

Title, conjuring up noir goodies "The Blue Dahlia" and "The Blue Gardenia" (and also, alas, Paramount's laughable brat noir "Blue City"), refers to a cafe in the rough south-of-the-border town of El Diablo, operate by tough young Pamela Gidley. With Ethan James' right-on brassy musical score and cars and costumes out tf the 1950s, pic at the outset suggests a hip spoofing of Orson Welles' stylish 1958 "Touch of Evil".

Ultimately pic takes on elements of a Spaghetti Western, especially the revisionist model (replete with 1950s Buicks everywhere) of Alex Cox' "Straight to Hell". Dylan McDermott portrays a private dick coerced into a suicide mission to El Diablo by goofball IRS agens (Tovah Feldshuh and Dean Stockwell) to recover money laundered at the local bank. Jessica Harper, with slicked-back hair, runs the bank, assisted by her chief goon James Russo.

Well-staged action scenes punctuate the tongue-in-cheek proceedings, in which McDermott ultimately resorts to plot manipulations familiar from "A Fistful of Dollars" out of "Yojimbo".

Pic's rogue gallery of eccentric players is a delight: Feldshuh as butch as they come; Harper camping it up Eva Peron-style; Russo out of control hobbling around like Richard III; Stockwell in thick glasses and neck brace; Flea as a hambone geek in the Elisha Cook slot; and Michele Siepp as punk-styled bartender Zoe.

Unfortunately, the lead players are colorless; McDermott too young and bland to carry a picture designed for a young Robert Mitchum, and Pamela Gidley way too young and low-key to be the tough-as-nails cafe owner.

Tech credits are impressive.

This send up of noir, with prodigious spaghetti western influence, is a real disaster. The director must have just called the cast together with a vague outline of the script, and simply turned them loose, hoping for the best. Dean Stockwell is almost unrecognizable as a nerdy I.R.S. agent, and James Russo plays a cartoon-like villain. The weird soundtrack is sort of a conglomeration of Ennio Morricone western spaghetti and doo-wop, and is without question, the best part of this scrambled mess. Naturally you get a good dose of car chases, and explosions, along with all the other nonsense. In summary, a waste of time and talent. - MERK

I don't know why Leonard Maltin's Move Guide gives this one a bomb. It's a quite amusing life-is-cheap movie that affords some of our favorite character actors (James Russo, Jessica Harper, Dean Stockwell, Tovah Feldshuh) the chance to chew some very fine jungle scenery. McDermott spends the whole movie with only one expression on his face (a smirk, I believe it's called) that could stand for the attitude the whole movie adopts towards what goes on therein. Maybe that's what p***ed Maltin off, but I liked it.

Harper, in particular, makes perhaps the best female crime boss since the '70s heyday of the "Mama" subgenre (Winters in Bloody Mama, Dickinson in Big Bad Mama I and II, Leachman in Crazy Mama). Stockwell's neckbrace-and-Coke-bottle-glasses-wearing, Q-tip swabbing secret agent is mighty funny too. Very enjoyable.

The Blue Iguana contains everything; action, rock'n roll, good actors, humour, a different story, lots of unexpected happenings. For me it,s one of the top ten of movies ever made, and it's the only freaky low budget B-movie on the ranking. If you haven't seen it, DO IT! Welcome to Diablo!

Excellent movie - Finally found the video after searching for a while. The quality of the tape was not the best, but I really enjoyed watching this movie for the second time. Flea made me remember this one, since I saw it the first time(ca.1990). He should have gotten an Oscar for his performance!