Der Joker (1987) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
This film is also known as Lethal Obsession, but if they had called it Hamburg Vice, it might have given a more accurate picture. Stylistically, Der Joker is pretty much of an episode of Miami Vice relocated in Germany, and filmed without the TV restrictions on nudity and drug use. Two hip cops - one wearing leisure suits, the other sporting a mullet - get caught in a turf war between baddies. The lead is played by Peter Maffay, a popular singer of soft rock ballads in the manner of Phil Collins, more or less. Maffay also did the musical score, and he made it as "Miami Vice" as possible. There is a lot of atmospheric photography of smoky sleaze clubs, cars winding through city streets, the Hamburg harbor, and old creaky deserted bridges in foggy nights. Again, this is your basic Michael Mann schtick transported to cold weather climes. Although it was filmed entirely in Hamburg, there are some interesting international names in the eclectic supporting cast, like Elliott Gould, Armin Mueller-Stahl, and Michael York. The plot is typical grade-B crime thriller material. One of the cops is injured in an explosion and loses the use of his legs. He leaves the police force and swears revenge on the bombers, enlisting the aid of a coldly efficient professional killer. As he pursues revenge from his wheelchair, he finds that various situations may not play out exactly as he imagined. The situation is complicated somewhat by the fact that both partners are in love with the same woman, and she is sleeping with both of them. (One knows, the other doesn't.) Blah, blah, blah. Gunfights. Betrayals. The legs miraculously recover at precisely the moment they are needed. People die. The end. There is one scene which impressed me. After the injured cop begins his revenge campaign, the baddies eventually find out who he is and fight back. At one point, he is in a narrow street in his wheelchair when a fast vehicle and a powerful tow truck box him in from either direction. The film editor and the stunt players are to be commended for their work in maintaining the illusion of several harrowing narrow escapes. Tahnee Welch, Raquel's daughter, provides the celebrity nudity. At one time it seemed that she might follow in her mom's footsteps to stardom, especially after Cocoon was a big hit. Didn't happen. The rest of her career, such as it was, seemed to consist of grade-B American films and throwaway European projects like Der Joker, and since 1998 she has disappeared altogether. Why? She looks good enough. She has the same wide, square, athletic shoulders as her mom, and her face is every bit as beautiful as mama's. Of course, she is also missing two of her mom's most famous physical assets, but that isn't what kept her from stardom (well, maybe it was part of it.) Her real problem seems to have been a lack of electricity. She is a very low wattage version of the Welch bulb, and just doesn't have her mom's hot stage presence. |
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