STREETS OF FIRE —“Everywhere I go, there’s always an asshole.” A concept movie, one that would’ve been okay as a long segment on an anthology series, but soon runs out of gas as a feature, even at a light 93 minutes. Blending rock’n’ roll, quasi-50s settings, mod looks and violence, circa 1984, director Walter Hill doesn’t have a cast with enough charisma to carry off his fantasy of a female rocker, kidnapped by bikers, saved by a lone avenger (Michael Pare, who looks like a male model–and was). Amy Madigan and Rick Moranis are irritating, Diane Lane is pretty (duh)–she was all of eighteen at the time. Willem Dafoe went on to bigger & better.
The $14,500,000 experiment failed, making only $8,100,000 and a lot of critical brickbats. Good “ouch!” comment from Pare about Moranis: “Rick Moranis drove me out of my mind…here’s this weird-looking little guy who couldn’t get laid in a whorehouse with a fistful of fifties.”