And yet more ill-advised Rutger Hauer completism. IMDB trivia suggests it was his first American feature film and a troubled project. Directed by Bruce Malmuth from a script by David Shaber (The Warriors (1979), possibly The Hunt for Red October (1990)) with some help with the story from Paul Sylbert.
Somewhat like Clint in the NYC fleshpot-discos a decade prior, Serpico (1973) Sylvester Stallone partners Billy Dee Williams while the latter is on night leave from Cloud City. They're dragged away from their usual policing activities (mostly involving Stallone dressing up as a vulnerable female) by their boss Joe Spinell and seconded to Interpol-ish Nigel Davenport's team when Hauer arrives from Paris. The latter is at a loose end because he killed his IRA contact when the fuzz picked up his trail after doing what he does best. For reasons unexplained Persis Khambatta (Star Trek: The Motion Picture (1979)) is rusted on and unmotivated international terrorism is the order of the day.
There's a baby and a boomstick and an underdrawn busted romance. All the money went on stunts. The plot is witless and most of the pressure escaped in the editing suite.
