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A retired police detective reluctantly returns to action to stop a serial killer dubbed "The Surgeon".
Breaking Point
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Der Skalpell-Mörder, Double Suspicion, Double Suspicion - Der Skalpell-Mörder, Dupla Suspeita, Paluu painajaiseen
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01 Jan 1994
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Not to be confused with Point Break... little piece of advice, mysterious women forcing themselves on you are always a bad idea. A vaguely similar Manhunter rip that includes effeminate serial killer, and although the story is thinner than a waif, the atmosphere is so slamming. Random fog, dark dreams, foreboding nightlife, male strippers, and extraordinary on-point trip hop with occasional sax. Effectively eerie at times with camerawork that belongs in a much better film than this one is Busey playing it straight as an arrow and Kim Cattrall rocking dark hair with bangs (am I looking into a mirror?) has a nightclub that goes up there with the greats: Exotica, After Hours, Remote Control, Bad Influence, etc. Really frustrating until the laundromat is lit so hard with blinds I had to slide on some shades. Aesthetically pretty damn perfect, but wouldn't recommend paying any attention to.
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Well theres a scene where the killer sits in a chair fully nude, shaving his ample chestiddies with a bowl of water obscuring his genitalia all while gazing into the mirror, so I obviously liked this
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Psycho-erotic thriller, serial killer procedural and neo-noir mystery with Gary Busey, Kim Catrall and Darlanne Feugel (who does kickboxing) tracking a killer called "The Surgeon" who engages in artsy and elaborate stripteases set to house music, aka an entire enterprise conceived specifically for me and no one else. Trailer here. Slick and stylish cinematography, fast-cutting and dark moodiness, some tantalizing aquamarine romance lighting and a few great action scenes. Visually and stylistically fantastic, but the story doesn't really match up with the technical expertise involved, like a pop music video that's rad but ultimately vapid. The ending sucks, too. And it really drops the ball because the characters are reasonably interesting and there's a wide range of suspects; oh what…
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Fun sleazy crap with a banging cast. The director was definitely an ass man cos this is wall to wall butts. Everyone is wearing a thong except Gary Busey (unfortunately). I feel like a garbage person today so this was perfect, not too harsh but lots of good seductive nineties Gregorian chant music. Kim Cattrall’s filmography is a goldmine of trash!
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In the mid 90's, I went through a major Kim Cattrall phase. Like, I bought about a dozen of her movies on tape. I was a fan before, thanks to Big Trouble in Little China, but I finally had a job and some money. And this was before Sex and the City, so I was way ahead of the curve.
So, this was one of the movies I bought. And since I didn't have cable during my freshman year of college, I had to subsist on my VHS tapes. I watched this film more than I'd like to admit.
And it's bad. Movies like this are the reason people stopped giving Gary Busey top billing in films. It's a paint…
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“Why don’t you let somebody else worry about it?”
“He murdered a friend of mine!”
“What’s that got to do with you?!”Robert Vince, future producer / director of the acclaimed Air Bud/Buddies franchise presents a "sexy" movie about cops chasing a serial killer. Gary Busey is the troubled cop sucked back into the case, his Bulletproof co-star Darlanne Fluegel is his cop partner with a secret, and Kim Cattrall is his wife who is really not given much to do.
Busey has sex on a houseboat with Fluegel, says “Let’s go down below” and no one laughs. Within the next 30 minutes he has sex with Cattrall. There are two Busey sex scenes in the first 40 minutes of…
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Inferior 90’s serial killer chiller that has one of the most bizarre homo effeminate killers to tweak his nipples on screen.
What’s more bizarre is no way Busey would get with the stunning Cathrall. It’s funny because by films end she becomes the action packed kick ass star, whilst Busey slowly walks away with his tail between his legs.
Strange 90’s voyeurism baffle but this ain’t no precious putting the lotion in the basket.
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There are so many bizarre decisions in this film:
- Kim Cattrall is barely in it and horribly under used
- The serial killer is also a male stripper with ridiculously effeminate, homoerotic overtones which are less disturbing and more just hilarious and embarrassing for the actor
- why is he a male stripper?
- Who was the guy in the gym and why did he crop up near the end for a “Steel buns” joke?
- There's little to no action
- When you have Kim Cattrall in your film, why even hire the actress you use as your lead - Darlanne Fluegel - who is absolutely atrocious
- why when he quits the force does Gary abuses become a competitive rowing instructor?It is a very bog-standard serial killer thriller plot with a lot of unnecessary buttock nudity.
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This is, unbelievable as it may seem, a 90’s erotic thriller starring GARY BUSEY. There are TWO full—long, fairly graphic—sex scenes featuring GARY BUSEY. Granted, in the second one Kim Cattrall seems to have requested a Busey stand in because you never see his face, but that first one is all GARY BUSEY. Grunting and thrusting. It’s exactly as hilarious and disgusting as you think. Oh and the serial killer is a male stripper, so that’s also pretty incredible.
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Stick through the average first half, you'll know the scene where it goes wild. I'll write more soon. This has some unexpected twists into the female gaze & a villain that reminded me of Luka Magnotta. A messy, daft film. Again, the stupid Amazon title is better: Double Suspicion!
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In this movie that I inexplicably own, Gary Busey plays an ex-cop turned rowing instructor who winds up once again on the trail of his white whale, a serial killer that moonlights as a male stripper.
I would like to point out that there is not a single part of the previous sentence that is not true.
Busey teams up with a rough and tumble lady cop with a secret motive for tracking the killer, and tries to win back his wife, who is played by Kim Catrall, still giving wooden performances eight years after Mannequin.
In closing, Gary Busey has not one, but two sex scenes. The nineties was an extremely strange decade...