Susan Tyrrell Rules The Planet
I'd heard about Night Warning, I was fortunate enough to see it at aweird-film society showing, and I finally found it sitting in a bin inTulsa, Oklahoma.
There's one problem with the film, and we might as well deal with it upfront. Director William Asher tries hard, but he's got a TV sensibilitytrying to cope with one of the nastiest scripts ever written and two ofthewickedest performances ever turned in by SAG members. In the hands of amaster, this thing'd still be playing at midnight showings all over theWestern Hemisphere.
That aside, Susan Tyrrell's performance alone is worth the price ofadmission. Bo Svenson's performance alone is worth the price ofadmission.Julia Duffy's charming, unwrapped little mams together are worth the priceof admission. Even Jimmy McNichol doesn't embarrass himself - no, hedoesn't, watch it again, he's supposed to be a goofy, horny teenager insuburban/rural Arizona, not a sensitive coffee-house habitue, for godsake.
Let's go back to Susan Tyrrell. She puts on a clinic for actresses whowantto know what "over the top" consitutes. When she flips out - lordie. AllI'll say is that at approximately 1:15 into the movie, when she reacts toJulia Duffy breaking out a window, she makes a move with her head that'sthesingle scariest thing I've ever seen an actor do on film, ever, anywhere,period. (And I've seen Jim Carrey trying to be sincere, thankyou.)
And Bo Svenson is evil on skates. The script doesn't give him that muchtowork with, but he rolls right over that little obstacle. WHY does herant,"I want those deviants off the streets!" Who knows, who cares? There's astory out on the Net that he was a royal pain on the set, and I couldeasilybelieve that this was a case of him getting to say things he's alwayswantedto say in public, and get paid for it.
Find this gem at any price. Know it. Live it.