Redwarmin This movie is the proof that the world is becoming a sick and dumb place

Stevecorp Don't listen to the negative reviews

Holstra Boring, long, and too preachy.

PiraBit if their story seems completely bonkers, almost like a feverish work of fiction, you ain't heard nothing yet.

mysteriesfan The movie opens with James Brolin as a grieving widower and an architect whose firm has been taken over by a wealthy businessman, with the help of a big-shot lawyer. Brolin's character, who has largely kept to himself after his wife's death, reluctantly goes out for drinks with colleagues from work, including a homely, matronly, long-time female associate of his at the firm. At the bar, Brolin is accosted by a beautiful blonde young woman who says a fraternity-looking punk has been bothering her. She rushes Brolin into an embrace, then hurries him out through the kitchen and to a car in the alley, where she seduces him. She phones him at work the next day, and they meet for dinner. Afterward, they drive to a large, fancy house.Brolin wakes up in the middle of the night to find the young woman gone. Wandering around the house, he discovers the body of the wealthy businessman, stabbed in the back in an upstairs bedroom. He rushes to his associate's home, where she lives with her mother. He decides to contact hard-as-nails defense attorney Meg Foster and turn himself in.At the ensuing trial, all evidence points to Brolin. The young blonde cannot be traced, and the businessman's blonde wife testifies that it was she herself who had the affair with Brolin. No one has seen them together. But her story is backed up by hotel records showing a reservation in her name that happened to have been next to a room in which Brolin stayed on a recent business trip. Brolin's fingerprints are at the scene of the crime, and his DNA is found in what turns out to have been the wife's car. There is talk that the businessman intended to replace or demote Brolin at the firm.While being transported back to prison from court one day, Brolin sees a bus billboard with the young woman's picture on it. He tells his lawyer, but she is ready to throw up her hands with the case and advises him to plead guilty to manslaughter and take five years in jail.Frustrated, Brolin manages to fool the guards into thinking he has been released on bail. Once free, he sets out for the advertising/modeling agency that he learns from a quick phone call was responsible for the billboard. He identifies the blonde woman's picture in a file, with her name and address written on the back. At her apartment, she confesses that she is a part-time model and escort who agreed to set up Brolin. She shows him a photograph she was given of him and his wife, with a third person's face torn off. They arrange to meet the next day, by which time the blonde says she can find out who hired her.Brolin's lawyer, against her better judgment, agrees to let him sleep on the couch at her place that night. There is a silly scene where Brolin's character acts like a high school kid with a crush, as he looks longingly through frosted glass at Foster supposedly taking her clothes off in the next room, before shaking off the reverie and settling in on the couch. (The only nudity in the film is in the earlier, brief scene when Brolin and the young blonde spend time together at what turns out to be the businessman's house.) From there, the movie heads into its conclusion with a series of thin, hasty, choppy scenes. The next day, things go badly. Brolin ends up at his old office at night asking for help from his associate. When he finds the other half of the torn photograph, the pieces begin to come together on how and why he was set up. It was a conspiracy that included someone close to him who was supposedly duped into helping. Even though the frame was air-tight, the person claims, unbelievably, "I didn't know it would go this far, they said you would never be convicted." The movie ends with fist-fights and shootings, as Brolin confronts the culprits.The movie can best be described as lightweight and lackluster. The characters, dialogue, and situations are not particularly clever, original, interesting, or believable. They simply keep the story moving in a linear, surface-level manner.Brolin, acting earnest, befuddled, and wronged, and Foster, acting aloof, frosty, and tough, are adequate in thin, undeveloped roles. The rest of the cast is completely forgettable, playing non-descript or cardboard characters with little screen time. This is especially true of the drippy D.A. The movie's portrayal of a prosecutor (usually a meaty role) is the least impressive that I can recall of any courtroom drama.The rushed, put-up scene where Brolin meets the blonde at the bar and within minutes is having sex with her in a car is implausible, as is his escape from prison. Also disappointing are the scenes, which only undercut the characters, where Foster unprofessionally gives up on Brolin in the middle of the trial, even as he has found a critical clue that she and her detectives themselves should have found and should be following up on, and then after his prison break equally suddenly and for no reason becomes convinced of his innocence. Brolin's unraveling of the solution to the murder, like the plot itself, appears hasty and superficial, dependent on a gift clue falling into his lap by accident.With the elaborate frame-up, the movie looked like it might have some ingredients of an interesting murder mystery. At times, the cast and story were mildly entertaining. But it quickly became clear that the characters and story had only been developed in the most shallow of ways. In the end, the movie had too little substance to be satisfying.

sol1218 (There are Spoilers) Trying to get over his wife's Annie untimely death architect Cliff Muphy, James Brolin, is persuaded by his co-worker and very good friend Juliet Powell, Dorthee Berryman,at the land developing company that he works for to go out for the evening with friends for dinner. It turns out that Cliff gets involved with this young woman Jennifer, Isabelle Truchon, who's trying to get away from her abusive boyfriend that later leads him into having a very hot and heavy one-night stand with her at her very expensive suburban home.Just as Cliff, tired and exhausted from his sexual acrobatics with Jennifer, got out of bed to get dressed Jennifer for reasons known only to herself checked out of the place! Looking in the master bedroom Cliff to his shock and surprise finds his boss at the land development company Mrs. Chambers, Terrence Labrosse, dead from a massive loss of blood with a knife stuck in his back! Obviously innocent but having no way to prove it Cliff gets in touch with Juliet who, in trying to help her friend, gives him all the cash she has together with a new shirt, Cliff's was soaked with Mr.Chambers' blood, to skip out of the country.Getting in touch with his lawyer Sara Rudnick, Meg Foster, Cliff is told to give himself up to the police and she'll defend him in court, if indited for Mr. Chambers' murder, which is what a scared and confused Cliff does. What Cliff doesn't is that he's been set up right from the start to take the fall for his boss' murder and the woman who he was with the night that Chambers was killed, Jennifer, wasn't what he at first thought that she was, Chambers' wife! It's a race against time and the time is quickly running out for architect Cliff Murphy as all the evidence points to him and only him as being Mr. Chambers killer. Cliff soon realizes what a sap he was for falling right into the trap set for him, with even his lawyer Sara Rudnick not believing his fantastic story, and what clinched it is at his trial. At his trial the real Mrs. Chambers,June Chadwick, is called to testify against Cliff who turns out not to be whom he thought Mrs. Chambers, the woman he has an affair with the evening Mr. Chambers was found murdered, was! The very mysterious and elusive Jennifer!Determined to prove his innocent with all the evidence, in his frame-up, fingering him as Mr. Chambers killer Cliff makes a daring escape from prison and then goes out on his own to find who set him up. It then when Cliff comes to the startling conclusion that it had to do with Mrs. Chambers, the grieving widow, herself! Mrs Chambers and her secret lover used Jennifer to frame Cliff in the murder that they both manically planned and later murderously perpetrated!Shocking final ending, if a bit unbelievable, where Cliff gets to the bottom of both who murdered Mr. Chambers as well as who set him up in the murder. The big stumbling block to Cliff proving himself innocent is if he'll be able to have anyone, with the police minutes away, believe him if those involved stick to their preconceived stories as well as air-tight alibis!

Claudio Carvalho Cliff Murphy (James Brolin) is a lonely widow architect still grieving the death of his wife Anne. On the day the company where he works is sold to Mr. Chambers, a very wealthy man, his co-worker and friend Juliet Powell (Dorithée Berryman) convinces him to join the other colleagues in a celebration in a bar. He reluctantly goes and he meets the gorgeous Caroline (Isabelle Truchon) being harassed by a strong blonde guy. He stays with her and they have a hot intercourse in the back seat of her car. On the next day, Caroline calls him in the office and invites him to go to a restaurant. Then, they go in two cars to her house. After some kisses and hugs, Cliff meets Mr. Chambers back stabbed and dead on the bed in the master bedroom. Cliff goes to Juliet's flat and calls Sara Rudnick (Meg Foster), a lawyer and former friend of Anne, asking her to defend him. She tells him to turn himself in to the police. He is put in jail and in the preliminary audience for the trial, Caroline is another woman. Cliff's world and defense turns upside down and he finds that someone has trapped him. But who?"Back Stab" is film neo noir with a flawed but attractive unoriginal story that holds the attention of the viewer. There are hot sex, sexy and fatal women, amoral plot, jazz soundtrack, but all of these components of a film noir are wasted, after the second plot point. The screenplay becomes totally absurd and incredible and the conclusion of the story is totally disappointing. My vote is six.Title (Brazil): "Traição" ("Betrayal")Note: On 17 October 2016, I saw this film again.

rsoonsa As the story opens, architect Cliff Murphy (James Brolin) has retreated into his profession after the death of his wife. He joins his co-workers who have gathered at a local bar to signal the sale of his employers' firm to a new set of partners. The celebrants soon miss Cliff's presence and for good reason: he has scampered off with a splendrous young blonde, Jennifer (Isabelle Truchon). Apparently lacking self-denial, the duo soon consummate their newly-hatched relationship within the cramped bounds of Jennifer's automobile. This affair of the loins turns equivocal for Cliff during the passionate pair's follow-up date the next evening when, after their common interest results in a soft porn living room floor encounter, Jennifer disappears and Cliff finds himself to be alone, but for an upstairs and very fresh murder victim. Cliff then pays a visit to a friend and criminal attorney, Sara (Meg Foster) whom he must convince of his innocence. We are then tasked, alongside the beleaguered architect, with recalling any clues that might bring about his freedom. If one would care to bother with analysing the scenario, it will soon become palpable that an ongoing flux of coincidences fancifully moves the paranoia based action. The film is paced to a quick beat, and the largely capable cast generally avoids over emoting, with specially good work from Foster. Brolin, whose hirsute predilections for this production give him the appearance of a latter-day Wolfman, is not obligated to perform beyond his circumscribed aptitude, and his customary combination of perplexity and outrage is appropriate for his character. Talented Dorothee Berryman manages to make something interesting of her role, but June Chadwick cannot seem to figure out hers, and is undone in the attempt. Director Jim Kaufman induces some excellent turns from his cast but his endeavours cannot handle by half the absurdities of the screenplay, by Paul Koval and the film's editor, Paul Ziller. Montreal's suburbs in autumn are served well by a blend of skills from cinematographer Rodney Gibbons and set designer Richard Tasse, but the score by Marty Simon is consistently intrusive. In sum, this is a piece which moves along smartly and provides choice moments from some accomplished performers, but the jarring elements stemming from an overstrained and oft silly narrative ultimately lay it low.