Because it was late Seventies, R-rated Richard Pryor, I sat down to watch this picture with high hopes. I really wanted to love it. And I tried. I really tried.
Imagine how much more effective Body Heat would have been if Lawrence Kasdan had included gratuitous dream sequences featuring obnoxious, hammy clowns.
In a foreign language, even nails on a chalkboard are tolerable.
Opened in August of 1950. Still open.
Never fear. C.H.U.D. is watching.