What if I told you, Gene Hackman and Dan Aykroyd were in a buddy cop movie together? What if I threw in the names, Dom Deluise and Nancy Travis? Still not interested? That's ok, no one else seemed to be either. That being said, I find this motion picture entertaining, if entertaining meant something less than the word entertaining. This could be a masterpiece.
Hackman has a cat named, Camus, and they live together in existential despair, inside a Woodie. There's something about the absurdity of Dan Aykroyd running around a crime scene like a caffeinated child, sound effects and all; that warms my heart. I bet the script had no rewrites. Production wrapped on time and under budget. The press was generally indifferent, cynical, and too reliant on quality. This movie exists as something else, but not a movie. It's a dream, really. I highly recommend it (Skyscraper high, average mega-city sized building).