Yes, the script is so terrible that Dennis Hopper made the decision producers remove his name. Yes, it bombed so badly that it was released to video under another name. Yes, the preposterous idea that a man could rape a woman into loving him was still alive in 1990. Yes, actors who knew better chewed the scenery so much that it's hard to tell if they are in on the joke. Yes, the Mafia tropes are so bad that it's surprising Joe Columbo didn't picket the film. Yes, Jodie Foster is so numb to the stupidity of her part that she seems to have been tranquilizer in order to make it to the end. Yes, major plot lines go nowhere. Yes, it is colossally stupid. And, yes, that is Bob Dylan in that cameo.
However, if you treat it as a satire of the empty 1980s Hollywood action thriller (complete with that awful saxophone that signals "sexy time") and just enjoy what little of the New Mexico scenery wasn't chewed to death by Dennis Hopper, you will thank me for telling you to watch it.
However, if you treat it as a satire of the empty 1980s Hollywood action thriller (complete with that awful saxophone that signals "sexy time") and just enjoy what little of the New Mexico scenery wasn't chewed to death by Dennis Hopper, you will thank me for telling you to watch it.