"If it's not one thing, it's another!" exclaims
Joe Gavilan (Harrison Ford) as he and his partner, K. C. Calden (Josh
a suspect in one of those high-speed car chases that seem to be the only
way Hollywood can bring a film to climax anymore. That line perfectly
sums up Hollywood Homicide.
Starring: Harrison Ford, Josh Hartnett,
and Lena Olin
Joe is a part-time real estate
agent along with being a veteran homicide detective. K. C. is a part-time
yoga teacher and part-time actor as well
as a rookie detective. (Apparently, there aren't enough homicides in Los
Angeles so they have to take second jobs to pass the time. Yeah, right.)
When some up-and-coming rappers are gunned down in a nightclub, K.C. and
Joe are pulled from their "hobby jobs" and put on the case.
However, thanks to cell phones, their other jobs never seem to be more
than a phone call away.
Which introduces the biggest
problem with Hollywood Homicide: too many subplots. Joe tries to close
a few real estate deals. K. C. tries to arrange
a showcase performance of "A Streetcar Named Desire" and looks
into the suspicious death of his father, also a cop. Both detectives are
harassed by a crooked Internal Affairs officer who might be connected
to the shooting they're investigating. Nearly every scene is interrupted
by someone's cell phone ringing with information on a real estate deal,
a plot development, or just a random humorous interlude. It's some of
the laziest writing I've ever seen. It's like Ron Shelton, the co-writer
and director, thought of a funny way to inject confusion into the movie
and said, "What if they all have cell phones and each new development
can be introduced by a call at the worst possible moment?" It's a
gag that runs of gas by the second reel.
There are some genuine laughs in this buddy cop comedy, but most of the
material is either flat or ham-fisted. Harrison Ford is honestly the best
thing about the entire film. His character is defeated and desperate and
Ford's performance actually makes those traits believable. Hartnett and
his goofy character are likeable, but he's not too interesting in the
grand scheme of the movie. Everything else about the film is pedestrian
at best and, for an action film, that's the kiss-of-death.
Gavilan's frequently heard cell phone ring is the opening riff of "My
Girl", while K.C. Calden's phone plays "Funkytown". (Source: The
Internet Movie Database)