tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11578983.post-42819392001365513552009-01-07T06:14:00.001-05:002009-01-07T06:14:56.642-05:00<a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00006L92O?ie=UTF8&tag=flickhead-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00006L92O"><img border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3113/3174042679_ba3834509f_o.jpg"></a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=flickhead-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B00006L92O" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /><br /><br /><div align="justify" class="tabletxt"><font face="Verdana" size="-1"><LI>“Until now… <font color=red><B>Bad Influence</b></font color=red> (1990) [has] been a forgotten noir hinged on the back end of the ‘80s, a decade rife with sleepy, sleazy thrillers patiently awaiting our discovery — preferably through groggy eyes at 3am on cable. It’s also a vital part of director Curtis Hanson’s ignored oeuvre, a gaggle of seemingly disparate mainstream pictures most critics wouldn’t own up to admiring. Fortunately, if just for the sake of this brief reflection, I’m not in the same league as ‘most critics.’” Read my review at <a target="_blank" href="http://filmofthemonthclub.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-influence-vice-versa-and-virtue.html" style="TEXT-DECORATION: NONE; color:red">The Film of the Month Club</a>.<br /></div align="justify" class="tabletxt"></font face="Verdana" size="-1"><br /><P><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11578983-4281939200136551355?l=flickhead.blogspot.com'/></div>Flickheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08501032829800803300noreply@blogger.com9