Dance With Death (1991) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
"Sure," I thought, "I can sit through one more
adaptation of Strindberg's greatest play. Haven't thought about it
in years." Sure, Martin Mull seemed to be a little miscast as the bitter, fierce, overbearing captain, but I figured there was no sense in trying to copy Olivier's brilliant interpretation in the 1969 film, so the director must be trying to put a completely different and more contemporary spin on the classical portrayal of a dead, loveless marriage. And then I realized I was thinking of "Dance OF Death," as opposed to this film, "Dance WITH Death." This movie, as it turns out, is yet another one of those films in which a serial killer is gradually eliminating our precious national stripper reserve until a brave female cop or reporter - a reporter in this case - goes undercover to rip the lid off the scandal and her own wardrobe. |
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So what makes this film any different from the scores of others with the same plot not written by Strindberg?
Apart from that, it is one of those plots where the scriptwriter tries to make it look like every single character, male and female, could be the killer. In fact, it goes so far as to mis-identify not one but two guys, and makes those characters go down in a flurry of police bullets before the real baddie is unmasked! Oh, well. I guess you wouldn't be watching a serial stripper murder movie for the plot, would you? The nudity description is found below. |
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