HOLLYWOOD HOMICIDE not only suffers from a pathetic, unbelievable plot, it also stretches the limits of PG-13 rating well into R-rated territory. Harrison Ford plays Joe Gavilan, a L.A.P.D. detective, who sells real estate on the side because he’s saddled with three alimony payments and a bad mismanagement of his funds. His sidekick, K.C. Calden, played by Josh Hartnett, is a health food fanatic, who’s afraid to shoot anything or anyone and who teaches yoga to a bevy of Beverly Hills babes with whom he sleeps, one after the other.
The partners are called in to solve a contract killing of four rap singers at a swank club in Los Angeles. While Gavilan is pressuring the owner of the club for information, he finds out that the owner wants to buy a house, so he quickly switches gears and tries to sell the owner a $6 million home. This back theme runs throughout the film.
In the midst of their investigation, another police detective, Benny Macko, serves a warrant on Joe to search his effects. Benny has a grudge against Joe and is out to destroy him. Joe is having an affair with a psychic, played by Lena Olin, and finds out that the psychic is Benny’s girlfriend. This meandering mess-up of plot continues through several murders, sexcapades, and unlikely scenarios, to its retread Hollywood ending.
HOLLYWOOD HOMICIDE is the best thing that could have happened to this movie. If someone had really shot the script, with a gun, it would have saved the graying audience at the sneak preview the pain and suffering of being inundated with psychic stupidities and Eastern religious messages which were touted as a way to get into bed with a lot of babes from Beverly Hills.
A few humorous moments do not save this movie, which dabbles in the sexual, occult, and New Age milieu in Hollywood. One wonders how the Motion Picture Association gave it a PG-13 rating.
Harrison Ford looks way to old to be in bed with Lena Olin, and he looks way too old to have an extended fight scene on the rooftops at Hollywood and Vine. His choices of acting roles lately have been extremely disappointing. His partner in this mess, Josh Hartnett, seems to lack the gravitas to be a big star in Hollywood.
Robert Shelton’s direction in HOLLYWOOD HOMICIDE is much too self-conscious. Then again, he’s been one of the more over-rated directors and writers in Hollywood. Too often he lets the actors play to the camera. Also, the rhythm of the final chase scene, which does have some impressive elements, is broken several times by moments that tell the audience, “See, we’re making a movie!”
The cast, crew, director and producer are completely wasted on HOLLYWOOD HOMICDE, but this is definitely not a movie for impressionable youths.
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SUMMARY: HOLLYWOOD HOMICIDE not only suffers from a pathetic, unbelievable plot, it also stretches the limits of its PG-13 rating well into R-rated territory and contains a very strong pro-occult message. Harrison Ford and Josh Hartnett play two Los Angeles policemen trying to solve the slaying of several up-and-coming rap singers.
(PaPaPa, FRFRFR, OOO, LLL, VVV, SS, NN, A, DD, MM) Very strong pagan worldview with constant affirmative references to yoga and other false religions and indications that practicing these religions will give men a better sex life plus very strong affirmative representation of occult psychic who solves the plot problem; 70 obscenities, 12 profanities and man with weak bladder soils himself twice; brutal violent shootings, fights, point blank shootings, burnings, car crashes, and bodies cut open with puss squirting out; several sex scenes shown in part, prostitutes, cross-dressing, and many jokes about young policeman's multiple affairs; upper female and male nudity; alcohol use; smoking and illegal drug abuse; and lying, stealing, blackmailing, and other crimes.
GENRE: Detective Thriller