Home Video | Review by Dan Taylor
to the wise: Never pick up a hitchhiker
with a Polaroid camera. We all know what
happened with Ed Neal and those damn kids
in TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE. Now, along comes
Mark Hammil as a 'Roid-sportin', fingernail-bitin'
maniac (giving all fingernail-chewing Polaroid
owners a bad name in the process) in this
five-year-old thriller from Cannon.
Most flicks -- Cannon or otherwise
-- that languish on a shelf long are usually
there for a good reason. Cases in point,
CAPTAIN AMERICA and THE FANTASTIC FOUR.
'Nuff said. Not so with MIDNIGHT RIDE.
Sylvia Graska plays the estranged
wife of tough-guy cop Michael Dudikoff (AMERICAN
NINJAs, AVENGING FORCE, RIVER OF DEATH).
We know he's tough, 'cause he tears off
his walking cast in order to track the missus
down. She's in a world of trouble after
picking up Hammil, apparently trying not
to touch those STAR
WARS checks before the kids hit college.
Along the way, Lu-u-u-u-k-e
digs out a glass eye (which he licks --
ew!), takes candid photos, practices
electroshock therapy without a license,
and ties Dudikoff to the hood of a speeding
taxi (in the flick's "price of admission"
Hammil is the flick,
and not just 'cause it's fun to see him
slumming in this sorta Euro-trash. His maniacism
bubbles just below the surface and when
it pops out he really steals the
show. No wonder he excelled as villains
on THE FLASH and BATMAN: THE ANIMATED SERIES.