Cop is tasked with bringing ditz/skank/rat back from hiding/Europe/elsewhere to testify against a mobster.
This plot dates back to - at least - film noir. In The Narrow Margin from 1952, Charles McGraw has to escort Marie Windsor on a train from Chicago to Los Angeles. That's probably the best version of this plot.
In The Gauntlet from 1977, Clint Eastwood has to babysit super-irritating Sondra Locke. That movie is notable because most viewers are likely cheering for the bad guys to prevail.
The same challenge exists in this movie. Jill Ireland - easily one of the worst mainstream actresses of all time - is the witness being hauled back to the U. S. from Switzerland by Phoenix cop Charles Bronson. The talentless, witless Ireland puts a ''southern" accent so terrible it makes every fake American accent Kenneth Branagh ever affected seem Oscar-worthy by comparison.
Luckily for Ireland, the hitman - played here by super-cool Henry Silva, RIP - hired by the mob gives ''incompetent" new meaning. I mean, for pete's sake, he has one of his henchmen shoot up a chalet car full of tourists. As if that wouldn't make international headlines and bring Interpol down on his crew.
Partially redeemed by the obvious high production values and all-star cast, which includes a stuttering Rod Steiger.
Still, Jill Ireland should have been in zero movies. She's terrible.
This plot dates back to - at least - film noir. In The Narrow Margin from 1952, Charles McGraw has to escort Marie Windsor on a train from Chicago to Los Angeles. That's probably the best version of this plot.
In The Gauntlet from 1977, Clint Eastwood has to babysit super-irritating Sondra Locke. That movie is notable because most viewers are likely cheering for the bad guys to prevail.
The same challenge exists in this movie. Jill Ireland - easily one of the worst mainstream actresses of all time - is the witness being hauled back to the U. S. from Switzerland by Phoenix cop Charles Bronson. The talentless, witless Ireland puts a ''southern" accent so terrible it makes every fake American accent Kenneth Branagh ever affected seem Oscar-worthy by comparison.
Luckily for Ireland, the hitman - played here by super-cool Henry Silva, RIP - hired by the mob gives ''incompetent" new meaning. I mean, for pete's sake, he has one of his henchmen shoot up a chalet car full of tourists. As if that wouldn't make international headlines and bring Interpol down on his crew.
Partially redeemed by the obvious high production values and all-star cast, which includes a stuttering Rod Steiger.
Still, Jill Ireland should have been in zero movies. She's terrible.