I Believe

A little late night work here, and Action Jackson's on cable. This is one of the few movies the Laird and I see eye-to-eye on. It's not, strictly speaking, good...but the stunts are great and there are lots of good throwaway lines. And how many films end with the hero's car in the villain's bedroom?

A shame about the acting, though. I'll give bad acting a chance, Lord knows. But it's painful even by 80's action standards.

So the few good performances stand out in bold relief. Sharon Stone does a nice job in an early role, bringing more to her character than is in the script (other Stone roles of this era were Allan Quatermain and the Lost City of Gold, and Police Academy 4: Citizens on Patrol). But the most memorable acting performance, and I admit my own biases here, is delivered by Vanity. Smart-mouthed, good-humored, tough, funny, and hot hot hot:





Maybe you already knew that she got messed up on crack, lost her kidney function, went deaf and blind, and turned to Jesus. She has now recovered enough to preach the gospel in Fairbanks (next gig is later this month). She's a regular at a church over in Fremont, and has her own inspirational website.

Which is interesting, because her Action Jackson role was kind of a religious experience for me. Looking at her in this movie I'm just thinking, nothing that beautiful could have just randomly evolved. Surely a higher intelligence must be at work.

Hard to believe she's the same species as Rush Limbaugh or Karl Rove, isn't it?

Did he who made the scam,
make thee?