Conflitto d'interessi

OK...we've got Christopher Macdonald as a hardboiled cop (Mickey Flannery - ha!)and a pirate-shirted, eyeliner wearing Judd Nelson as a murderous crime lord (Gideon - hahahaha!). Laughing yet? I still laugh until I cry watching this one. Macdonald is totally hapless in such a serious role (he REALLY acts his heart out too) and Judd Nelson's wardrobe is enough to slay anyone. The film also contains the always amusing titular line. One of the characters actually exclaims "Conflict of Interest!" There's plenty of silly action and dialog to go around. This movie is way out of print, but if you love cheese, you should hunt down a copy.

Clearly buoyed by the success of his deliciously demented turn in William Lustig's cult 80s crime classic 'Relentless', Brat Pack bad boy Judd Nelson fearlessly appropriates flouncy Adam Ant garb, flaunts indelicate amounts of guyliner as hedonist club owner, slash trigger-happy psycho Charles 'Gideon' Morningside in Gary Davis's wonderfully bizarre, super soapy B-crime melodrama 'Conflict of Interest'. After cruelly witnessing the sudden drive-by shooting of his mother, distressed young son Jason (Zia Harris) is sent to his grandparents, and his hypertensive old man Mickey Flannery (Christopher McDonald) temporarily leaves the force to pursue his drinking and lava hot nurse Dey Young. Uncomfortably reunited after seven years absence, any chance of harmonious domesticity within the fractious Flannery household is fundamentally fubar'd by a series of brutal slayings that puts Mickey's majestically mulleted son Jason slam-bang in the frame as murder suspect number one!

About as subtle as an Yngwie Malmsteen solo, 'Conflict of Interest' is best enjoyed as a triumphantly trashy, crudely entertaining B-actioner, if one can digest the fromage laden script's awkward admixture of mawkish, movie-of-the-week flimflam and its salacious, surprisingly sleazy silicone-steeped shag-fests! One part Zalman King peep-show, and two parts Fred Olen Ray schlock, this licentious 90s actioner certainly has no lack of fleshly flavoursome ingredients! While Christopher McDonald's overly earnest mugging as blustering, Magnum-blasting cop/patriarch Mickey provides amble bad-movie grist, the more illicitly gratifying pleasures are in Conflict of Interest's more prurient episodes, not least of which being a lysergically laced boink in a boogie van, voyeuristic shots of Alyssa Milano's exquisitely perky behind, and plentiful 'Red Shoe Diaries' smut, but it is Judd Nelson's persistently boggle-eyed, hilariously gamy performance as the sartorially septic sadist 'Gideon' that elevates 'Conflict of Interest' from being just another absurdly entertaining misfire to that of a bona fide cult classic!

I always had a soft spot for anything starring Alyssa Milano and Judd Nelson was another interesting inclusion. As for the film itself… did I mention Alyssa Milano was in it. Yep I'm really clutching at straws. Actually it's not that bad. Well the smoking hot Milano might be in it, but she doesn't get much screen credit. Rats! Anyway 'Conflict of Interest' is a routine b-grade crime picture that stays in first gear for most part, and unsuccessfully tries to milk out its neon lighting and heavy metal scene. Even with its admirable pacing and stylishly slick look for such a budget, the direction is too pedestrian and the script is torpidly delivered. The action is productively executed, but not all that exciting or explosive. The story formulates the usual dramatics of a police detective, Mickey Flannery who's police badge was stripped off him for killing his wife's murderer. We move seven years into the present where he's accepted back into the force and he'll see his son for the first time since his wife was murdered. However his rebellious punk son is connected to a murder in the sordidly kinky metal music underworld. Trying to prove his son's innocence he goes on a mission to prove the club owner Gideon is behind it all, and this means that he could lose his badge again. I would've like it more it didn't come across as forced and manipulative, and some of those occurrences are too elaborately planned that it leaves it being silly and daft. Thrown in for good measure is a dose of nudity and sex. Christopher McDonald gives a variable performance in the lead role and Nelson's smooth, eye-liner wearing badass villain was rather rib-tickling. And that wasn't intentional either. Milano is wasted, Zia Harris is fair and the beautiful Dey Young comes up solid. There's also some good support by veterans Lee de Broux and Harrison Page. Not a bad film, but not particularly a memorable one either.

OK people, I'm going to honest with you. I have seen half an hour of this movie, and not from the beginning. Furthermore, by the time I caught this movie (at 1 am), I was drunk and half asleep, so I don't know how much I got from this film. What I saw was Judd Nelson as a tough villain dressed like Gothic pirate and "Shooter McGavin" (from Happy Glimore) as no-nonsense cop with a grudge against Nelson. Also, there was a young man played by someone I don't know, who happened to be the cop's son. Anyway, to make it short,in the part of the movie which I saw, the cop's son went to a metal bar owned by the goth pirate, who introduced a red hot smoking blonde to the cop's son, who later on supposedly killed that hot smoking blonde.Then, there was scene at the metal club where Nelson tells McGavin he is going to murder his son and after that I completely fall asleep.

I know this review is a bit useless, but I wanted to write it because the movie looked to me as a strange thing, o perhaps I was hammered. Anyway, see this movie for yourselves (if you can find it). A piece of advice, don't watch it while being drunk or half asleep, for it's going to confuse you a bit more. Cheers

Not because I want to preserve the integrity of this masterwork, but because I stopped watching it about half-way through.

First, the good: Alyssa Milano and Dey Young look beautiful in this film. Second, there are several hot heavy-metal-looking chicks in the movie, as well. Third, Zia Harris has the mullet for the ages -- he actually looks he could be the twin brother of Kim Richards from "Tuff Turf." I caught this movie on late-night cable just last week and my immediate thought was: Wow, "Happy Gilmore" aside, Christopher McDonald simply cannot act. Script was filled with any number of clichés: Mom killed in opening scene; boy estranged from his father, who hit the bottle hard after his wife's death. Cop who plays by his own rule but (I'm only guessing, not spoiling) is ultimately redeemed. Wacky, over-the-top evil villain (the always execrable Judd Nelson, rocking some impressive mutton-chop sideburns, like a twisted Elvis impersonator) ... you name it, it's in there. Zia Harris' rebel son character is given "depth" by having him spout a haiku to Alyssa Milano, so that's a bonus. Also, interminable opening credits showing the L.A. working waterfront. Yawn.

Quite simply, one of the worst movies I've seen in recent memory, and I've seen both "Pieces" and "The Incredible Melting Man."