After taking incriminating snaps of adulterous senator John Kane (M. Emmet Walsh) getting frisky with his unlikely bit on the side, photographer Ric Oliver (Paul Austin) witnesses the murder of the poor woman at the hands of Kane's uncontrollable brother Luther (Michael Ironside). Ric's subsequent actions makes one wonder how someone so dumb could even operate a camera: instead of immediately going to the police with the evidence, the lens-man unwisely follows the killer as he dumps the body into a reservoir (in broad daylight!), but is spotted while taking more pictures. Realising that he has been seen, Ric gets onto his motorbike, but rather than speed off in the opposite direction, he races towards the gun-toting murderer, thereby sealing his own fate.
This level of idiocy seems to run in the family, for Ric's brother Max displays a similar lack of common sense in most matters, and soon finds himself being blackmailed by Luther, who is keen to get his hands on the late brother's incriminating roll of film (which he had the foresight to hide in his motorbike's fuel tank before getting himself killed). After repeatedly being manipulated with ease by loathsome Luther, who even tricks him into riding a roller-coaster with a dead hooker, Max comes up with an incredibly crap plan to foil the killer. And this being an incredibly crap film, the incredibly crap plan works!
3/10 for being so unintentionally moronic that it is occasionally funny; however, not even the presence of the usually brilliant Ironside (who hams it up a treat on this occasion) can make me rate this movie any higher.
