(Jan. 30, 1998) -- You know a movie has problems when you spend your time in the dark itemizing its implausibilities.
That's what I was doing while Michael Keaton and Andy Garcia chased each other all
over a San Francisco hospital in Desperate Measures, a new contrivance from
usually capable director Barbet Schroeder.
Garcia plays Frank Connor, a veteran cop struggling with a personal problem. His 9-year-old son, Matt, has leukemia and needs a bone marrow transplant to survive.
As movie luck would have it, the only transplant match in the whole wide world is imprisoned mass murderer Peter McCabe (Michael Keaton), who could give Hannibal Lecter a run for his money.
Peter agrees to the transplant, but we all know he'll try to escape -- which, of course, he does. Frank has to catch him alive or ruin the transplant opportunity.
While they're all running and climbing and shooting and shouting at each other, I was wondering:
Are there really computer programs that instantly pinpoint the bone marrow possibilities of every single human being on earth?
Are there computer programs available in prison libraries that provide schematic drawings of the steam pipe and electrical systems of a maximum-security hospital?
Why not do the surgery in the prison? Why transport the killer at all?
How can Matt's leukemia specialist (Marcia Gay Harden) be in surgery, and minutes later in the ER with a drop-in injury victim?
How, amid a life-or-death chase, does Frank find a motorcycle with the keys in it? Why does he bother to put on the motorcycle helmet?
And on and on.
The acting in Desperate Measures is adequate but unexceptional.
Only the boy (newcomer Joseph Cross) shows much range.
His scenes were among the few times I didn't find myself working on my implausibility list.