Deciding to ambush those foes rather than keep fleeing, Maceda holes up in a nearly abandoned California Central Valley burg. Having an actual paying guest is enough to win over earthy innkeeper Kat (Mariel Hemingway), while her sort-of-boyfriend, lone local cop Gilchrist (Dennis Hopper), is more suspicious.
The hit men start rolling into town after 50 minutes or so, commencing a shooting fracas that oddly seems to attract scant attention. Orosco arrives later — with several henchmen in tow, and Gere just behind — for a final blowout at the abandoned meat-packing plant.
There are some nice bits of acerbic humor in Bill Mesce’s script, but few surprises, and little depth or complexity. Vet cable and theatrical feature helmer Rick King likewise travels this road straight down the middle, maintaining interest without developing notable atmosphere or suspense. Several plot developments (Why does Kat rush to put herself in climactic harm’s way? How did real-estater Maceda get to be such a proficient killing machine?) arise more to fulfill genre conventions than serve any character logic.
While leads all could have used better writing, Sarandon creates a credibly resigned, sympathetic figure; Hemingway’s no-b.s. local gal scores some nicely tart, low-key comic riffs. Hopper has fun moving away from his now-standard villainy, limning a small-town boob whose badge is bigger than his brainpan. Coyote gets the most hackneyed role (and lines) as a stock world-weary investigator. Joanna Gleason has little to do as his Fed superior.
Tech package is slick enough, though some effort at stylishness would have helped; action segs are by-the-numbers. David Mansfield’s music is also routine, save a few more exotic bits liberally influenced by Thomas Newman’s score for “Unstrung Heroes” (one of the most imitated soundtracks in recent years).