Kyle MacLachlan plays his first eccentric FBI agent in this sci-fi shoot-’em-up. It’s a buddy cop movie, it’s a killer alien movie and it’s a “mean streets of Los Angeles” movie. Throw in lasers, a gratuitous strip club scene, some good slime-filled effects, a music score that trades off between orchestral bombast and punk rock and new wave, and a part where a sports car salesman offers lines of cocaine to prospective buyers and you’ve got a strong candidate for the MOST 80’S MOVIE EVER. It’s a real crowd pleaser that somehow in its original release didn’t find many crowds to please, despite good reviews. This movie is commercial as all heck, but I think I know why it never caught on. While it’s pleasingly reminiscent of The Terminator and has some clever moments, it also lacks anything resembling star power. MacLachlan is intentionally distant (and does a damn fine job of it) while co-star Michael Nouri has little to work with as an exasperated big city police detective cliche. The movie is a good time, well-made and fast-paced, but we don’t love anyone in it. There was no reason to watch it more than once. When it hit video stores, it was a real “rent it and forget it” movie. Much of its cult today is made up of David Lynch fans who get a kick out of seeing Agent Cooper/Jeffrey Beaumont on the case in the big, big city.