What are John Turturro and Lili Taylor doing in a movie with race cars on the video cover -- a movie called All Revved Up?
Beats the crap outta me. I suffered through the 83 minutes of Revved and am no closer to figuring out why it was made, what attracted its stars to the project, or even what the hell it was supposed to be about.
One of the most atrocious "thrillers" in recent memory, Jaded stars a buxom Carla Gugino as the victim of a brutal rape -- committed by two women!!! Ill-conceived from the very beginning (from casting Aida Turturro as a "tough" detective and Christopher McDonald as a wacky bar owner), the film actually tries to make its central message the issue that legal "rape" can't occur between two women -- it's "sodomy" instead. A movie about semantics? Never mind the cheesecake, I'm gonna pass on this one. Makes the similar (and bad) Body Shots look like a masterpiece.
Egads! How dull and lifeless could a film about the making of a rock star be? Plenty, if you do it from the POV of his manager. Rent La Bamba instead. Or watch a Backstreet Boys video. Anything but this. Based on the real-life career of Bob Marcucci. Um, who?
Al Pacino isn't particularly searing in this urban heroin drama, a precursor to much better films like Trainspotting, which really pushed the genre. But credit must be given, I suppose, to pioneers like Needle Park, which has Pacino and Susan Dey-lookalike Kitty Winn dazed and frequently comatose through nearly two hours of drugging, culminating in an inevitable bust. More a character study than any kind of narrative story, it's moderately worthwhile but far from a classic.