Showing posts with label Joanna Pacula. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joanna Pacula. Show all posts

The Art of Murder

The Art of Murder

The Art of Murder

Starring: Joanna Pacula

The first rule of storytelling is that an interesting or suspenseful plot requires characters with whom one may sympathize. The Art of Murder fails this test, as it trots out a hoary adultery/ murder set-up and then drags its feet through every convention associated with such melodramas. I bought The Art of Murder because Michael Moriarity has appeared in so few products after he walked off LAW AND ORDER. His voice in this more recent effort suggests perhaps a bout of throat surgery. While it is understandable to want to play against type, his loutish alcoholic tycoon is beyond his grasp.

The Haunted Sea

The Haunted Sea

The Haunted Sea

Starring: James Brolin, Joanna Pacula, Krista Allen

A drifting ship on the high seas holds ancient Aztec figurines stolen by the conquistadors. Any one who boards faces the wrath of the vengeful gods who inhabit the long lost treasure

Under Investigation

Under Investigation

Under Investigation

Starring: Joanna Pacula

Writer director Kevin Meyer's TVM begins with the ritualised murder of a woman to the sound of Caruso singing La Gioconda and the killer painting her body. However after that it's downhill all the way. Meyer gives us Harry Hamlin as a slobby detective in charge of the case, who is unshaven - Hamlin's superior tells him he dresses "like a mechanic" - and presumably depressed after the death of his son and end of his marriage. This information unfortunately doesn't feed into the style of the murder, but rather allows Hamlin to indulge in a lazy performance which includes a tough guy hiss, which de-energises the film. Hamlin's unprofessionalism leads him into an affair with the wife of the case's top suspect, Joanna Pacula, who is another of a series of accented ladies who pronounce his surname Keaton as "kitten". Meyer's screenplay is so cliched that you can predict the oncoming dialogue, features the anomaly of the suspect thinking himself to be the devil but keeps crucifixes for protection, but also one funny line in "His prints were found all around the room which makes sense since he lives there". Meyer's pacing is sluggish, his treatment has repeated and tiresome points scored against Hamlin's partner John Mese who of course embodies everything Hamlin is not, and he gives Hamlin and Pacula some rather graphic sex scenes with Hamlin not Pacula as the object of desire. In spite of her fractured intonation, Pakula at least looks lovely, but it's West Side Story's Richard Beymer who steals the film in a small role as Pakula's colleague, though I could have done without Meyer giving him a shark's head in his office.