You can gather all the right ingredients to make a sumptuous meal, but a bad chef can muck it all up.
Judd Nelson proved he can play an edgy role and command the attention of viewers. Ally Sheedy, maybe not so much, but I've never actively disliked any of her performances. Add in David Caruso, Scott Wilson, and Paul Winfield.
Co-written and co-produced by action-meister Walter Hill, who never made a truly bad picture.
Score by Ry Cooder, whose music brought atmosphere to a lot of good movies.
Based on a novel by mystery-suspense legend Ross McDonald. Surely an unimpeachable source.
Why, oh why, did Vinegar Syndrome choose to release Blue City? In a deluxe, limited edition, no less.
I never saw Blue City and I never heard a lot about it. Considering the deluxe treatment by Vinegar Syndrome and the criteria listed above, I thought maybe, just maybe, Blue City would be a lost classic. Or at least a fun little eighties cheese-crime movie. I like a lot of those.
The chef in question was Michele Manning. I honestly don't know who else to blame, but perhaps there were mitigating circumstances. Manning produced The Breakfast Club and she worked in various capacities on The Silence of the Lambs, Adventures in Babysitting, The Outsiders, Rumble Fish, Forrest Gump, Dancing with Wolves, Titanic, and other high-profile movies. Judging by Blue City, a film director she isn't. They'd have been a lot better off bringing in Fred Olen Ray or Jim Wynorski.
God, Blue City is bad. I can think of nothing, absolutely nothing, positive to say about it. Judd Nelson is awful as he smirks and grab-asses his way through a southern coastal town looking to find his father's killer. Allie Sheedy might as well be a potted plant for all there is to enjoy about her role.
You know Ry Cooder's signature slide-blues guitar? Nope, there isn't much of that in Blue City. His score is more like a cheap knockoff of Jan Hammer's iconic Miami Vice music.
Had Walter Hill directed Blue City instead of Crossroads in 1986, I have no doubt it would at least be a good movie.
Terrible acting from talented actors, cheap action, MTV-inspired editing, a woeful attempt to be hip, Blue City fails in every regard. Zero percent rating at Rotten Tomatoes.
My life was brighter before curiosity about Blue City killed me. I always liked Judd Nelson, despite his involvement in shameful movies like St. Elmo's Fire and From the Hip. I will never be able to look at him the same way again. I need to watch him in William Lustig's Relentless again to cleanse my mind. Why couldn't Vinegar Syndrome have released it instead of Puke City?
Written by Mark Sieber
Judd Nelson proved he can play an edgy role and command the attention of viewers. Ally Sheedy, maybe not so much, but I've never actively disliked any of her performances. Add in David Caruso, Scott Wilson, and Paul Winfield.
Co-written and co-produced by action-meister Walter Hill, who never made a truly bad picture.
Score by Ry Cooder, whose music brought atmosphere to a lot of good movies.
Based on a novel by mystery-suspense legend Ross McDonald. Surely an unimpeachable source.
Why, oh why, did Vinegar Syndrome choose to release Blue City? In a deluxe, limited edition, no less.
I never saw Blue City and I never heard a lot about it. Considering the deluxe treatment by Vinegar Syndrome and the criteria listed above, I thought maybe, just maybe, Blue City would be a lost classic. Or at least a fun little eighties cheese-crime movie. I like a lot of those.
The chef in question was Michele Manning. I honestly don't know who else to blame, but perhaps there were mitigating circumstances. Manning produced The Breakfast Club and she worked in various capacities on The Silence of the Lambs, Adventures in Babysitting, The Outsiders, Rumble Fish, Forrest Gump, Dancing with Wolves, Titanic, and other high-profile movies. Judging by Blue City, a film director she isn't. They'd have been a lot better off bringing in Fred Olen Ray or Jim Wynorski.
God, Blue City is bad. I can think of nothing, absolutely nothing, positive to say about it. Judd Nelson is awful as he smirks and grab-asses his way through a southern coastal town looking to find his father's killer. Allie Sheedy might as well be a potted plant for all there is to enjoy about her role.
You know Ry Cooder's signature slide-blues guitar? Nope, there isn't much of that in Blue City. His score is more like a cheap knockoff of Jan Hammer's iconic Miami Vice music.
Had Walter Hill directed Blue City instead of Crossroads in 1986, I have no doubt it would at least be a good movie.
Terrible acting from talented actors, cheap action, MTV-inspired editing, a woeful attempt to be hip, Blue City fails in every regard. Zero percent rating at Rotten Tomatoes.
My life was brighter before curiosity about Blue City killed me. I always liked Judd Nelson, despite his involvement in shameful movies like St. Elmo's Fire and From the Hip. I will never be able to look at him the same way again. I need to watch him in William Lustig's Relentless again to cleanse my mind. Why couldn't Vinegar Syndrome have released it instead of Puke City?
Written by Mark Sieber
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