Having shown he couldn't do comedy in The Night They Raided Minsky's and The Brinks Job William Friedkin showed it again with this flat satire of the arms industry. People who work in that arena are inherently unlikeable but they can be made compelling - but Friedkin directs sluggishly, Chevy Chase is miscast, Sigourney Weaver flounders.
When Wallace Shawn shoots himself it perks up briefly. That's what the movie should have been - real stakes.
It's bad. Flat. Unfunny. You don't care. Greg Hines could be cut out of the film. Not drama. Just odd.
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