Turk 182

Here’s one for you--the “Rocky” of graffiti artists. I'm not sure where they came up with this idea, but I have to admit that the previews suckered me in. It's sort of OK, and scrt of fun to watch, but rather than cheer aloud I felt like issuing a smirk, and the supposed big deal that Jimmy Lynch (Timothy Huttonagain) pulls off I don't believe would raise one eyebrow in New York, until it gets to the point where the gags are so big it's completely unbelievable. They make Jimmy pull off the kind of thing that, say, Superman might pull off, only they treat it as though it were a true story. Robert Culp is good as a slick, oily, polished politician, but Peter Boyle is a cop who goes kind of whacko, thereby spoiling the movie's good nature, and they get some very cute girl to play a role that offended MY feminist sensibilities. There’s a heavy dose of stupidity in this script. Example? After what are supposedly months in a body cast, Robert Urich (as Jimmy's older brother, and the cause of all the hullaballoo) gets up, and with no more than crutches, makes it to the Queensboro Bridge to watch Jimmy pull off his grand finale, with a supposedly wrecked body that I wish I had now. Timothy Hutton is reasonably good as the determined, inarticulate Jimmy, but for once I wish somebody would give him an articulate role, not to mention a better wardrobe. What he's wearing in this picture reeks of the kind of bizarre fashion statement that went out of style a couple of years ago, and in that kind of get-up, he wouldn't make it past the door of any self-respecting Irish bar.