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This reveals itself as a Larry Cohen movie more than a John Flynn flick; by spending an hour delving into the whacked out mind of James Woods' sicko psycho hitman, before it remembers to return to being an 80s action movie. So this is sleazy in unique ways, because the writer within the film allows the writer of the script to delve into an extremely perverse mind. James Woods visibly salivates over the role. He's proud of his professionalism as a killer and quite hurt that Dennehy's writer can't get past small details, like watching him kill friends of his, to come to respect his work ethic. Woods expresses disdain for the quality of his old boss' replacement killers. So he establishes his own morality, the hero of his own story; whilst jauntily executing despicable acts. Basically, James Woods' ideal role.
Its really quite gobsmackingly twisted, but the writer and the star are having such tremendous fun. At the moment when the joy they are taking started to engage me, I felt like I was slipping into the mire with them. Yucky pleasure.