A totally inconsequential 'comedy-thriller' about rival freelance ambulance companies in LA. The film squanders its resources, both human (Cosby gets two funny lines, Keitel gets nothing) and automotive (the ambulances look like ice-cream vans) via a rambling, episodic excuse for a storyline and sub-minimal characterisation that makes Crossroads look like Ibsen. Incredible to think that Yates did Bullitt all those years ago, lamentable that a potential urban MASH should end up such an irredeemable, awesomely yawnsome farce.
Mother, Jugs & Speed
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