Hollywood Cop

My review was written in January 1988 after watching the film on Celebrity video cassette.

"Hollywood Cop" is an enjoyable B-picture, crudely made but suitable for the home video action market. Its roster of familiar character actors will generate some interest.

David Goss plays the title role, a handsome young cop assigned to undercover work. Susan Schoenhofer appeals to him for help when her son is kidnapped by the mob to put pressure on since her husband (Larry Lawrence) stiffed them for $6,000,000. With the aid of his partner Lincon Kilpatrick, Goss goes up against the baddies and blows them away.

Loaded with extraneous t&a footage, picture substitutes energy for sense in many scenes but is fun to watch. As fellow cops, Cameron Mitchell and Troy Donahue take a tongue-in-cheek approach to the proceeding, while lead Jim Mitchum is cast against type in a smallish role as a Mafia boss.

There is no doubt that Amir watched Lethal Weapon and it spawned genius. Hollywood Cop has it's great moments. The scene where the "Arab Man" somehow SLITS the dude's head off made me choke with delight. Especially the comment he makes about "His Laws". There are some decent TnA shots, which is always a plus. The speech that the dead beat dad gives his son is pretty good too. Sadly the gang members are not that ruthless, the kid talks too much, and lets face it: The acting is just TOO GOOD. If you really want a great laugh, watch Samurai Cop (The funniest of Amir's Holy Trinity). It has just about everything better than Hollywood Cop.

Also, the car chase scene at the end is almost worthy of being in a good B movie. Almost.

Is it just me, or is this heap of s..t so favorably reviewed, it isn't funny. One thing this (movie-very sarcastic) truly is. This (film) sorry, s..t is so bad, it makes Kill point look good. Kill Point did have class, but I don't know what this film has. This is another write the script as you go movie, honestly. This film features, over washing a dog, a stable of classy broads, plus Cameron Mitchell, a lieutenant, going off at our Mcgyver looking type hero cop, Turk, who earns the title. Great frizzy hairdo by the way. And for script continuity, what we've got are prolonged scenes, some almost unnecessary, cutting away from the meat of the story, that will provide some lengthy snores. Here's as example of write as you go. A woman who's little boy, had been kidnapped, and held for ransom, is walking this L.A street, forlorn, explains her situation to a stranger who points to the Hollywood cop, who's happening by. Dialogue not exact but words to this effect:

FRANTIC WOMAN

Someone's taken my boy, I don't know

what to do.

WOMAN STRANGER

May'be he can help. That's Joe Turk. He's

a cop.

FRANTIC WOMAN

(relieved)

Really.

Yeah, really. That's what to expect from this. Some hot looking classy gals, and ones shirtless in panties is the upside of this trash, if written at a minutes notice. Jim Mitchum who plays a bad guy/uptown pimp, what have you, actually does a fine job here, where I had previously seen him in Trackdown, his character in that, playing at the good end of the scale. Some scenes are so embarrassingly funny, especially in an action sequence, where we cut back and forth a few times to a bedroom scene, of drunken angry sex- our henchman wanted to do it on the floor. So, if you're the undemanding viewer, it's pretty much it's your call. If you're the one with regrets, like me, surely, you know what the hell I'm talking about. This is a film so pathetic, I'd feel solely embarrassed watching it, or moronic. Why not just leaves the broads in, and do away with this rest.

Satisfying as a generic low budget actionsploitation flick from the time. Amir's direction is as stilted as always, most scenes consist of long shots with the actors a few feet away from the camera, bits of awkward acting, odd dubbing, somewhat disjointed editing and some rather silly writing. However, there are some fun action sequences, enjoyable performances and a rather amusing plot to keep you entertained. Its also kind of a sleazy film.

Not as off-beat or cheap as Samurai Cop but it has its weird moments. Not awful but very flawed and too long for its own good.

A drought of inspiration that marks this sloppily made film will be followed by a deluge of revulsion from many who must overcome their better judgement in order to watch it through to its conclusion. The film opens as "Feliciano" (James Mitchum) and a group of his absurdly vulgar henchmen are engaged in planning their next criminal enterprise, kidnapping a small boy, an action intended to induce the lad's father to fork over six million dollars that he purportedly stole from this mini-mob. We then see Feliciano and his associates as they raid some sort of horse ranch upon which the targeted boy and his mother reside, therewith yanking the youngster from his mother's arms and slaughtering numerous ranch hands, using automatic weapons. The story then shifts to the mean streets of Hollywood, California, where a "rogue cop", Los Angeles Police Department Sergeant Turquoise (Turkey), played by David Goss, assigned to the Department's Hollywood Station, along with his somewhat more manageable partner "Jaguar" (Lincoln Kilpatrick), struggle manfully with the Forces of Evil, depicted against a less than authentic law enforcement procedural backdrop. In between ordering and eating a hot dog from a street vendor, Turkey and Jaguar attack and mow down a couple of rapists in the act, as it were, following which they run into who else but the kidnapped tot's mother, who has peculiarly been instructed by Feliciano to stroll along Hollywood Boulevard in an attempt at somehow locating her estranged husband (and, of course, the six million dollars). Following the traditional "Give me your badge, you're fired!" interim with Turkey's supervising Captain, performed with strident ineptitude by a once competent Cameron Mitchell, a relieved-of-duty Turkey grimly strives to rescue the kidnapped boy. This is a decision that requires him to be specially nimble, as the remainder of the film matches him in opposition to a particularly violent band of thugs armed with a broad range of weaponry. On the face of it, the film functions without a director, and with a screenplay that is probably a mere outline only, as only seldom does a scene offer a semblance of order. It is understandable that the cast may lack inspiration from this crude connection of sex and sadism, wherein entirely well-shaped characteristics cannot be found. A musical background is provided throughout the picture, unfortunate in the event, as it is a loud and boring piece, repeated endlessly, not stilled even when inappropriate, and never to be described as having specifically addressed any screen action. This low-budget affair had yet enough funding for deciding in favour of casting a large group of extras as ruthless (albeit incompetent) Feliciano goons, and also a surplus of nubile females who take any opportunity to aimlessly meander about. In a story wherein it would be difficult to determine which collection of antagonists is the more irresponsible, the camera-work adds little interest. The film's episodes are generally shot in the foothills of Hollywood and its environs. A basic requirement for any production is preparation, but this obviously was not foremost in the minds of this picture's creators, with a result being a pitiable effort that wants for intelligence as well as imagination.