On the Line

Not expecting much from a BBC 1 midweek late night movie was the right approach when engaging with this film. And i wasnt disappointed. As well as the complete incoherence of the multiple storylines, at times I wondered if the director got bored of each storyline, or merely forgot about them. I took serious issue with the amount of undue force used by the detectives, especially when interrogating the rape suspect. "My turn", says the detective. A sexual reference, i wonder? I feel the complete ineptitude of the entire production scene is best illustrated when, in the 'climactic' final robbery scene, the director decided to fade the screen to black, hence stopping any flow that the scene might have had, amateur production. Maybe, in the editing process, the director found this new toy of fading out, and couldnt resist using it. Or maybe he's just crap. The only selling point was Linda Hamilton rugby tackling a criminal through the hedge, and being called a ho by a tramp. Even the twist ending, with her partner being shot in the bar by random drunk man, managed to make the film even more ridiculous. Overall, dont waste your time, other than to be amused by its atrociousness. Watch Motorcycle Gang instead.