Sunday, January 1 1995
While it does fall into disease-of-the-week-ish triteness and bumble into a trumped-up climax, The Tic Code also manages to display a refreshingly complex relationship between mother and son.
If you've seen a movie based on a Terry McMillan novel, or gee, even a recent romantic comedy, you know exactly where 'Two Can Play That Game' is going.
As if a force unto themselves, beyond all legal, social, moral, or even political powers, drugs cross borders, produce wealth, cost lives. Drugs are a system, and they never stop moving.
In case you're still looking for an effective pro-gun control message, this is it, and from Mr. NRA President himself.
As Dex's juvenile philosophy alone amply demonstrates, where their dicks are involved, guys really aren't that smart.
Even the magnetic Ice T -- who has about three minutes on screen as a super-sneery mercenary and who has notoriously bad taste when it comes to picking scripts -- looks like he's made an unusually bad decision with '3000 Miles to Graceland'.
['Together''s peaceniks] have as little use for Marx as they have for Coke (although these vegetarians are not above eating the occasional hot dog).
Brooklyn-born Diamond (third Fugee Pras) is midway through cutting a record, which, the movie wants you to think, is off the proverbial hook.
The most important questions are framed as the contradictions facing the characters, not the rights and wrongs of any cause, thanks in part to the filmmaking team's attention to irony and nuance.