Jumpin' Jack Flash is not a gas, it's a bore. A weak idea and muddled plot poorly executed not surprisingly results in a tedious film with only a few brief comic interludes from Whoopi Goldberg to redeem it.
Jumpin’ Jack Flash is not a gas, it’s a bore. A weak idea and muddled plot poorly executed not surprisingly results in a tedious film with only a few brief comic interludes from Whoopi Goldberg to redeem it.Anyone who has been longing for a film in which an office worker talks dirty to a computer terminal should find Jumpin’ Jack Flash just what they’ve been waiting for. Goldberg is Terry Doolittle. Just when her life is looking most bleak along comes Jack (Jonathan Pryce). He’s a British spy trapped somewhere behind the Iron Curtain who somehow, someway, taps into Goldberg’s terminal and asks for help to escape. Goldberg is plunged into a web of intrigue involving a sinister repairman (James Belushi) who conveniently disappears, a crippled diplomat (Roscoe Lee Browne) and another spy (Jeroen Krabbe) who winds up floating face down in the East River.
Jumpin' Jack Flash
Gordon/Silver. Director Penny Marshall; Producer Lawrence Gordon, Joel Silver; Screenplay David H. Franzoni, J.W. Melville, Patricia Irving, Christopher Thompson; Camera Matthew F. Leonetti; Editor Mark Goldblatt; Music Thomas Newman; Art Director Robert Boyle
(Color) Available on VHS, DVD. Extract of a review from 1986. Running time: 100 MIN.
Whoopi Goldberg Jonathan Pryce James Belushi Carol Kane Annie Potts Peter Michael Goetz
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