BANK ROBBER

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Release Date: December 10, 1993

Starring: Patrick Dempsey, Lisa Bonet, Olivia D'Abo, Forest Whitaker, Michael Jeter, & Judge Reinhold

Genre: Black comedy

Audience: Adults

Rating: NC-17

Runtime: 95 minutes

Distributor: I.R.S. Releasing Corp.

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Writer: Nick Mead

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(H, LL, VVV, SSS, NNN, A/D, Ho, NA) Humanism; 1O obscenities & 2 profanities; sadomasochistic abuse & murder, female crucifixion, & bloody shooting of suspect by inept police; sexual immorality & explicit sex; extensive nudity (both sexes); cocaine use & two cops smoke pot; implied homosexual encounters; and, psychic healing.

Summary:

BANK ROBBER is yet another futile effort to legitimize the infamous NC-17 rating, using a few actors with credible track records in what was intended to be a black comedy about a holdup man stuck in a sleazy hotel. The results are, in a few words, impressively stupid, relentlessly offensive and utterly pointless. BANK ROBBER succeeds only in raising the question: who fronts the money to create such incompetence and bad taste?

Review:

BANK ROBBER is yet another futile effort to legitimize the infamous NC-17 rating, using a few actors with credible track records in what was intended to be a black comedy about a holdup man stuck in a sleazy hotel. The results are, in a few words, impressively stupid, relentlessly offensive and utterly pointless. Billy (Patrick Dempsey) is a bank robber who bungles a holdup and escapes to a sleazy hotel in some downtown wasteland. The bank's video tape appears on the evening news, and Billy's face is soon broadcast for all to see. Before long his hideout is besieged by every freeloader and low-life around--including an obnoxious hotel clerk, a cocaine dealer, an aggressive pizza delivery man, a transvestite, and a TV anchorwoman, all hoping to gain from his notoriety.

As the endless parade of intruders file in and out of Billy's room, he literally begins to lose his grip, drifting in and out of dreams and fantasies until there is no clear reality at all. This actually matters very little, since the audience likewise is drifting in and out of fitful slumber. Only a steady stream of offensive language, illicit sex and a particularly unsavory portrayal of a sadomasochistic TV evangelist serve to relieve the tedium--but only long enough to raise the hackles of anyone who isn't morally impaired.

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