There are two types of awful movies: the ones you remember with laughter and the ones you forget entirely. Hudson Hawk is in the latter category. When I first screened it on tape several months after its ill-fated theatrical run in 1991, I deplored it. Before screening it again 26 years later it was difficult to recall much of its story. During the screening, I now understand why. And yes, I still hate it.
A supremely smug Bruce Willis smirks his way through numerous situations as the title character, the world’s greatest cat burglar. He’s so good at the job he’s been doing a dime in the clink. Upon being released he reconnects with his good buddy Tommy (an overly cheerful Danny Aiello). Despite vowing to stay clean The Hawk is roped into a labyrinthian scheme involving three precious artifacts of Leonardo Da Vinci.
500 years ago, the Italian inventor was commissioned to make a bronze horse statue. But a massive bronze shortage forced him to create a machine that would allow him to manufacture his own. By accident, he creates gold instead. (That bar is too tiny.) Da Vinci has hidden three parts of his invention, one apiece in each of those aforementioned artifacts spread out all over the world. (Why?) The Hawk is threatened by a mobster (Frank Stallone, if you can believe it) into snatching the first one, a miniature bronze horse, which is hidden in a safe in an auction house.
Hawk, a cappuccino-lovin’ jerk who knows the running times of every pop standard you throw at him, is so cocky during the job he has time to do a lame duet with Tommy. (They do another one during a rescue mission in the final act.) They can afford to do this because the guards at this place are a little slow. After barely escaping with their lives Hawk belatedly realizes he stole a forgery.
He then attends an auction where he meets a Vatican representative (the beautiful Andie MacDowell) who authenticates the real bronze horse. But before it’s sold the place blows up. The horse ends up getting stolen by a kinky couple (overly hammy Richard E. Grant and Sandra Bernhard), the real architects of all this bullshit.
James Coburn plays a corrupt CIA guy who ships The Hawk in a box to Italy where he’s supposed to steal Da Vinci’s famous codex from the Vatican museum. To make sure he plays ball Coburn has his “candy bar” agents (their earlier code names were venereal diseases) follow him and accommodate his cat burglar needs. (A pre-stardom David Caruso, who plays Kit Kat, should be thankful he got paid for not saying a single word. All his dialogue is printed out on business cards.) After a quick scouting of the place and its high tech security system Hawk easily accomplishes his mission. Yep, the guards in the Vatican are just as inept.
Not realizing MacDowell is a nun (and a Vatican spy) Hawk keeps trying to put the moves on her. Of course, she’s only pretending to like him at first because she knows he has eyes on the codex. And of course, she starts to really like him when she finally realizes he’s just a patsy. From the very start this romance is extremely forced. Bruce Willis just isn’t charming enough to make this woman question her faith.
Refusing to go through with the third and final robbery The Hawk hatches a last-minute plan to get out of it. But Coburn and company aren’t completely stupid. Along with the candy bars, he manages to do the job himself. However, CIA guy is too much like a James Bond villain when it comes to disposing of his enemies. And you know what that means.
All of this leads to the inevitable finale where it looks like the heels are going to get their way but they make a bad decision and everything falls apart.
Hudson Hawk was originally a song co-written by Willis and musician Robert Kraft who came up with the original concept for the story back in the early 80s. It was also the name of the production company that made Blake Edwards’ Sunset, a western comedy Willis starred in with James Garner. (A trailer appears on the DVD.) How unfortunate that the name has forever been associated with this remarkable disaster.
Despite being marketed as an action flick (“Catch The Excitement. Catch The Adventure. Catch The Hawk.”), Hudson Hawk is really a comedy, a completely unfunny one. Come to think of it, the action pieces aren’t that great, either. (Admittedly, Da Vinci’s flying contraption is pretty cool.) Consider the ambulance scene. The Hawk is lying on a gurney. At one point, it goes crashing out the back doors. It’s only able to keep up with the traffic because of a sheet attached to the vehicle. Someone flings a cigarette. The Hawk catches it and takes a puff. Then, he throws it away disgustedly because it’s menthol.
The ambulance and the gurney eventually get separated. There’s a toll ahead. The Hawk manages to throw the correct amount of change into the bin so he won’t go crashing into the barrier. The ambulance catches up to him but then inevitably flips over and explodes. At no point during this sequence is there any suspense. God knows there aren’t any laughs.
You have to feel for Andie MacDowell. In one excruciating scene, she’s reduced to making dolphin noises. Really bad dolphin noises. She would thankfully redeem herself by appearing in Groundhog Day & Four Weddings And A Funeral, two of the funniest romantic comedies of the 90s.
The rest of the cast don’t fare much better. In the right role, Sandra Bernhard can be very funny. (She was great on Roseanne.) But here, as the racist, hat-wearing Minerva, she’s given absolutely nothing to work with, which explains why she’s so over the top like Grant. (Can we retire ball-lickin’ dog jokes, please?) James Coburn more or less plays his mysterious CIA guy straight but the result is depressingly the same. The less said about the other candy bars, the better. (That rape joke is appalling.)
Perhaps to keep from crying (and not just as scripted in one scene), Danny Aiello laughs more than any other performer in the film. (Denial is a hell of a drug.) As for Bruce Willis, this has to be his worst performance. From the very start, The Hawk is an obnoxious, fat-shaming homophobe who doesn’t live up to his reputation. The only reason he’s able to get away with these brazen thefts is because of the lackadaisical security. I find it hard to believe that the real Vatican would leave itself so vulnerable like this.
The ridiculous plot is overly complicated to the point where you wonder how the characters themselves can even follow along. God knows they can’t trust each other. Furthermore, when Minerva, the Bernhard character, explains her reasoning for seeking all these missing gold machine parts, you question her logic. The Bre-X scam and the sobering realities of today’s gold market itself make this look like a complete waste of time. And because the cartoonish villains (there are way too many of them in this movie) are overly dependent on the heroes to get the long dormant machine working again in the first place, it’s no wonder the whole thing blows up in their faces.
No laughs, no thrills, no point. That’s how Hudson Hawk should’ve been marketed.
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Sunday, November 26, 2017
6:22 p.m.