In a futuristic London (2008), the rising sea levels mean that large areas are under feet of water.
Hauer plays a rugged S and M cop who lost his partner to some strange rubbery creature.
Now the creature is back and its after him, the bloke from Taggert, and Kim Cattralls hairdresser from Star Trek 6.
In the nineties, Hauer starred in many Science Fiction movies that had little release on the big screen, but had a very long shelf life on the VHS market. This, Wedlock, and Salute Of The Jugger spring to mind.
This is something a little different. Set way in the future, five years ago to be precise at the time of the review, London is waterlogged, and the clubs are more vibrant than ever.
Hauer spends most of his day throwing coffee cups into the backseat of his car, slamming the inspectors office door, and walking into Kim Cattrall in the shower.
He also has flashbacks of Foster, his partner falling into a big puddle. Narrative is not a primary goal of the film.
What you get is ninety or so minutes of him and Duncan wisecracking, walking around sewers, finding people with Their hearts missing. In a strange masochist way, its enjoyable, but never as good as when I first saw it back in the summer of 1992.
It ups the ante in the final act, and the revaluation of the creature is some sort of cheap British hybrid of Alien and the Predator.
Its a cult movie of the highest order, the credits hold a 'and Michael J Pollard as The Ratcatcher' which would get any bad movie aficionado salivating, but he end product is just a little bland.
Worth watching, but will leave you looking around your house for damp patches.
But its the best film ever made featuring Hauer having a rubber hand stroke his face.
Hauer plays a rugged S and M cop who lost his partner to some strange rubbery creature.
Now the creature is back and its after him, the bloke from Taggert, and Kim Cattralls hairdresser from Star Trek 6.
In the nineties, Hauer starred in many Science Fiction movies that had little release on the big screen, but had a very long shelf life on the VHS market. This, Wedlock, and Salute Of The Jugger spring to mind.
This is something a little different. Set way in the future, five years ago to be precise at the time of the review, London is waterlogged, and the clubs are more vibrant than ever.
Hauer spends most of his day throwing coffee cups into the backseat of his car, slamming the inspectors office door, and walking into Kim Cattrall in the shower.
He also has flashbacks of Foster, his partner falling into a big puddle. Narrative is not a primary goal of the film.
What you get is ninety or so minutes of him and Duncan wisecracking, walking around sewers, finding people with Their hearts missing. In a strange masochist way, its enjoyable, but never as good as when I first saw it back in the summer of 1992.
It ups the ante in the final act, and the revaluation of the creature is some sort of cheap British hybrid of Alien and the Predator.
Its a cult movie of the highest order, the credits hold a 'and Michael J Pollard as The Ratcatcher' which would get any bad movie aficionado salivating, but he end product is just a little bland.
Worth watching, but will leave you looking around your house for damp patches.
But its the best film ever made featuring Hauer having a rubber hand stroke his face.