Slam Dance is like junk food. It’s brightly packaged, looks good and satisfies the hunger for entertainment, but it isn’t terribly nourishing or well-made.
Tom Hulce is underground cartoonist C.C. Drood, a man whose life has come apart cheerfully at the seams. He’s separated from his wife (Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio) and daughter (Judith Barsi), though he still imagines them back together as a family.
Drood’s the kind of man who never lets a little thing like marriage stand in the way of a good time or a hot romance with the beautiful and mysterious Yolande (Virginia Madsen). Only one day Yolande turns up dead and Drood’s the prime suspect.
Mastrantonio is lovely as always, but without direction. Madsen fares even worse and has virtually nothing to do but look glamorous in a few scenes.
Adam Ant decorates the screen as Drood’s two-timing buddy, but basically he’s just along for the ride. What really holds the film together is Hulce’s loosey-goosey performance which sets the tempo for the action.