The Wrong Man (1993)

Slow pace in the most part of the movie.

Good concept, poorly executed.

A Masterpiece!

One of the most extraordinary films you will see this year. Take that as you want.

Rosanna Arquette oozes sexuality. Kevin Anderson plays a sailor wrongly accused of murder. John Lithgow plays a character that seems better suited to Dennis Hopper, drinking and insulting his way through the film. These three are thrown together in an extended road trip along the back roads of rural Mexico, while being pursued by the police. Nothing is certain as half-truths, double deals, and double crosses, unfold. Unfortunately not a lot happens in "The Wrong Man", but the acting is solid, and it is difficult to turn away from Rosanna Arquette in skimpy outfits, or topless. There is not a lot of action and at times things get quite talky, however watching Arquette can quickly make you forget any minor faults the movie may have. - MERK

Stand by for a remarkable movie, film noirish in its way, especially because John Lithgow's acting is uniformly superb. By way of counterpoint, Rosanna Arquette, his ditsy partner or traveling companion with benefits, it doesn't matter which, throws herself around with such abandon in the hot Mexican locations that Lithgow and she make a delightful study in opposites. Lithgow is a small time crook trying to make dollars without attracting too much attention as the pair motor around. The necessary conflict soon emerges after the pair take on board a much younger American male (played by Kevin Anderson) who's on the lam because he's wanted for questioning in a murder case. The bubbly Rosanna character having become somewhat tired of her older lover, it's not long before she's rocking the springs with the new man who by day is confined to the back seat of the car. Arquette has never been shy about disporting herself, and here her bed-worthy bazongers are frequently on the bounce. Black comedy turns to drama towards the end, with surprising outcomes. The Wrong Man has been the title of several movies, so it's worth quoting the lead actors' names at your local DVD shop. If you understand how and when over-acting can raise the level of professionalism, then make sure you don't miss this one.

...........This contains a spoiler or two................. Alex, a mug on the run, is duped by Felix and finds himself wanted for murder, again. to escape the law he climbs into Arquettes cleavage, sorry, make that convertible, and along with her very annoying husband Lithgow, hits the road. this movie seems to be nothing more than a vehicle for Miss Arquette to parade her body and considerable charms at every opportunity. Lithgow is awful - just plain unbelievable with the mood swings of a metronome. Alex is one dimensional and as blank as his suit. his vision does not extend beyond the end of his nose, or Miss Arquette's cleavage, whichever is closer at the time. for all that, it is strangely watchable until the end, which is laughably so. the getaway vehicle is a train pulling out of the station with the speed of the road roller in Austin Powers. three old ladies with zimmer frames would have time to get on or off without breaking sweat, let alone a limb. yet to the mexican police it is a challenge. ludicrously funny.

In a south of the border setting, Lithgow is the quintessential Ugly American, Arguette his bimbo wife, and Anderson a bland non-entity on the run from the law. If you like seeing Arguette undraped (and it certainly beats being poked in the eye with a sharp stick) this third rate flick merits a look. Other than that, not much to recommend.