#Plainclothes Cast

[mockingjaysnakes]

LUCAS (plainclothes) | BTS

[tomblythsource]

the_cassandralyons: my fucking guy... what an adventure. thank you for continuously making me laugh. best #1 on the call sheet yet. happy (almost) wrap

[enviedear]

oh em geeeee… honestly part of me wishes to train with him a bit. or like just watch him train,,, idk why… jace is eating at my brain for no reason. srry this isn’t a lot 😭😭😭 let me think — 🦢 (if nobody has used this one already)

i also want to train with our communal baby daddy, here's some fluffy training with jace. i hope you love it swan nonnie! enjoy the hints of societal misogyny i added in <3

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night grips the entirety of the red keep, castle almost eerily quiet. you glance around your chambers, heart pounding. the court expects you to be confined to traditional duties—embroidery, etiquette, and endless tea lunches. despite your betrothal to the future king, education for your regency remains lackluster.

but tonight, you have other plans.

carefully, you slip out of your chambers, the soft rustle of your plainclothes barely audible. you navigate the winding corridors with practiced ease, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows on the stone walls.

each step bringing you closer to the training grounds, where your betrothed awaits.

as you approach, the sound of steel clashing and the grunts of exertion reach your ears. you quicken your pace, eager to see him. rounding the corner, you spot jacaerys in the courtyard, his sword slicing through a practice dummy with precision. he looks every bit the warrior prince, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he moves.

"you're late." he teases, a playful glint in his eyes when he sees you.

"i had to make sure no one saw me… or followed me." you reply, grinning. "wouldn't want to ruin my prince's reputation with my unladylike behavior."

jacaerys laughs, the sound warm and genuine. he steps forward, handing you a practice sword. "let's see if your skills have improved, my lady."

you take the sword, feeling its weight in your hands. despite the countless hours of secret training, the weapon still feels foreign compared to the delicate quilting needles you're expected to master.

but as you face jacaerys, determination sets in. you refuse to be underestimated.

he takes a offensive stance, and you mirror him. the first clash of your swords sends a shiver down your spine. the thrill of combat, the crash of steel—it’s intoxicating.

jace had mentioned the fact the first night he decided to train you. he was adamant, talking out of his head, rash yet horribly kind.

your prince has never fully bent for the rules. while the rest of court frowned upon their future queen welding the weapon of men, your love did not. he seeks only to encourage you.

jacaerys pushes you, sending you backwards, testing your limits. his movements are fluid, graceful even, but he holds back, allowing you to find your rhythm.

"you've improved!" he says, parrying a particularly aggressive strike. "but you still leave your left side vulnerable."

you huff, annoyed at his observation. "show me how to fix it, then."

with a grin, jacaerys steps closer, his eyes locked onto yours. he adjusts your stance, his hands firm and guiding. "like this..." he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. your heart skips a beat, the proximity of his body sending a jolt of electricity through you.

you nod, trying to focus on his instructions. he steps back, and you both resume your positions. this time, you're ready. when he strikes, you deflect, moving with more confidence.

slowly, jace’s hits grow less suppression— his eyes alight as you begin to match his pace. his true equal.

jace finally errs, striking out hastily and allowing your to draw back. quickly, and before he can recover, you leap forward and strike him. your swords’ edge pressing lightly into his practice chestplate. you lower your sword, panting. jacaerys stands opposite you, a proud smile on his lips.

"using my own teachings against me." he says, voice filled with admiration. "should i be wary of your true plans with these lessons?”

you laugh, shaking your head. "never, my prince. i simply mean to protect at your side."

he steps closer, his expression softening. "that's all i could ask for." he whispers.

"perhaps one day." you reply, a smirk playing on your lips. "save you ever entertain the notion of a mistress."

jacaerys chuckles, a twinkle in his eyes. "i would sooner seek the fate of dragonfire."

you can't help the foolish smile your lips curve into, “i’ll hold you to your promise, my prince."

he bows slightly, his dark hair falling back from his face. "i eagerly make this oath,” he looks up at you, soft smirk on his face, “my queen.”

you pull him into a hug, free of the watchful eyes of the usually bustling castle. he melts into your embrace, agile hands finding home at the small of your back. the pair of you stay like that for a while, fueled purely by each others company.

"i should probably head back before someone realizes i'm missing," you say reluctantly, already dreading the return to your stifling halls.

jacaerys nods, understanding flickering in his gaze. "until next time then, my lady. on time, perhaps?"

with a roll of your eyes and a soft smile, you hand back the practice sword and turn to leave. you feel his eyes watch you as you disappear into the castle’s walls—and somehow, the knowledge of that feels much more powerful than any weapon.

[welcometounicornworlds]

new photo of tom blyth with cast and crew on set of “plainclothes”

[jadeazora]

XY had such a conceptually cool character cast with its more important characters, and it kills me they never got the opportunity to really do more with them within the games themselves.

We got a immortal 3000yr old king wandering around, the inventor of a machine that could bring the dead back to life (albeit at the cost of the lives of many other Pokemon), and later, converted it into a weapon so strong, that when fired to put an end to a war, it literally tore the fabric of space-time. I want more on this. I need more on this. Give me Legends: Kalos.

The main villain is a descendant of the ancient king's brother, but we don't see them taking AZ into custody or really any interactions between AZ and Lysandre. (I mean, I presume AZ was begging Lys to not go thru with it, that he'll only come to regret it just like AZ has, but it'd be interesting to see them interact.)

The Professor and main villain are implied to be good friends, but they only get one on-screen interaction and that's Sycamore playing off a clearly suspicious rant. (Literally a 3sec scene in Evolutions gives us a better interaction between the two.)

One of the E4 was a mole for the villain team, and pulls double duty for them in censoring the news since she works as a newscaster. We only find this out in the post game. She kept the Kalosian populace up to its strongest Trainers in the dark until it was almost too late. (Also, where in the fuck was Diantha when all that was going down?)

Team Flare is basically a genocidal secret police and we don't talk about that nearly as much as we should as a fandom. (Always see them getting shit when they could have been easily one of the scariest villain teams, like they have a lot of paranoia-inducing traits like their eavesdropping on Holocaster calls and some implied plainclothes agents that make them super interesting, but the games dropped the ball with them by not really playing those aspects up. They're so underrated.)

Honestly, if I'm still a Pokemon fan when it's time for XY remakes and it gets the BDSP treatment, I will be so fucking mad.

[youleavethetardisbrakeson]

Something, something, Princess Bride AU...

A young Corlys and Rhaenys are madly in love and want to be married. Maybe Jezzy disapproves or wants her to marry Viserys instead. Corlys, an accomplished sailor, must prove himself and show he is worthy of marrying the princess. He sets off on a voyage to far eastern Essos, the first of its kind for a Westerosi, in search of fame and fortune.

Before he leaves, he promises Rhaenys that he will come back from the ends of the earth for her. She declares her love in return and promises that she will wait for him.

But somewhere near Asshai, pirates attack his ship. Reports say that a man called the Sea Snake captured and killed most of the crew. Corlys is said to have been killed by a dagger to the throat and thrown overboard.

Rhaenys won't believe it at first, but months go by without any word or sign of Corlys. His family finally loses hope and believes him dead. They hold a funeral on Driftmark, casting an empty stone casket into the sea.

Rhaenys swears she will never love again.

Vaemond becomes heir to Driftmark. A few years go by, and without any better marriage prospects for the princess, Jaehaerys is finally able to wear everyone down and get his way – Rhaenys and Viserys are to be wed.

Rhaenys is miserable. As fond as she is of her cousin, she does not wish to marry him. The princess often sneaks out of the Keep to walk along the docks and beaches of King's Landing, dressed in plainclothes. Rhaenys revisits the places Corlys showed her when they were courting. She befriends a few codwives, fishermen, and sailors; asks them about Essos in futile hope for some word of her love actually being alive. Some sailors tell stories of the Sea Snake and his amassing fleet. Rhaenys' blood boils every time she hears the pirate's name and wishes she could feed the man to Meleys.

One evening, Rhaenys is grabbed by a few men and dragged, kicking and screaming, aboard a ship docked in the harbor. They disarm her of the weapons she has hidden on her person. Her dragon is far away in the pit and is not able to reach her quickly.

A masked man, cloaked in shadow, greets her and introduces himself as the Sea Snake. Rhaenys is furious, spitting venom at him.

The man, almost amused, asks what he has done to deserve such words from a princess.

"You killed my love," she declares, her eyes burning.

The man laughs and says he's done no such thing. Last he checked, Prince Viserys is very much alive and well. He congratulates her on their impending nuptials.

"No," the princess declares. "You killed Corlys Velaryon. The greatest sailor Westeros has ever known. He was bold and brave and... perfect."

She is lost in thought for a moment, but then, her gaze snaps back up to him, accusing.

"On the Jade Sea by Asshai, your ship attacked. I've heard the stories; the Sea Snake takes no prisoners."

"I can't afford to make exceptions," he says with a shrug. "I have a reputation to uphold."

"You mock my pain!" Rhaenys bites out.

His eyes turn to steel. "Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something."

A silent tear rolls down the princess' face in answer.

"He died well, if that brings you any consolation," the Sea Snake says casually. "No bribe attempts or blubbering."

He ponders for a moment.

"He simply said, 'Please, I need to live.' I asked him what was so important. 'True love,'" the pirate quotes with a scoff.

Rhaenys' eyes close in despair, her heart aching.

"And he spoke of you, dear princess," the Sea Snake admits. "A woman of exceptional beauty and faithfulness." The last word is laced with poison. "You should thank me for killing him before he found out who you really are."

Fire ignites in Rhaenys' eyes.

"And what am I?!" she demands.

"Faithfulness, my lady," the pirate repeats bitterly, the unsaid accusation hanging between them. "He spoke of your unwavering faithfulness!"

He steps closer, looming. "Now tell me truly, when you found out he was gone, did you get engaged to your prince in the same hour, or did you wait a whole week out of respect for the dead?"

The slap across his face echos against the walls of the cabin.

"You mock me once, never do it again!" Rhaenys cries. "I died that day!"

The Sea Snake stands there silently, shocked not by her force, but by her words. He takes a step forward.

"You can die too for all I care," she spits out, shoving him away.

A large hand catches her wrist. The princess tries to wrench free of his grasp, but it is too strong.

"Rhaenys," he whispers softly.

Her eyes, blurry with tears, look up at his face.

He swallows thickly as he pulls the mask from his face.

"I came back from the ends of the earth for you."

[torturedcoveydepartment]

Why can’t the cast of plainclothes have an up-wrapping honeymoon trip to rome this week to celebrate their finished project? No? I say yes.

[concerned-castabouts]

[| Alright. I’ve drafted up a quick description that should hopefully help Grumblr find our missing Captain and First Mate better. |]

[| Our ship’s Captain is a purpleblooded woman of around 9 sweeps of age with the initials “A.T.” . I wish I remembered her full name, but my pan has been so cloudy recently that I’m grateful to dredge up her initials. She has holy facepaint that looks like a skull, long ringlet-filled hair, looping horns, and a gold tooth. She wears her sign on her belt. |]

[| Our ship’s First Mate is either an indigoblooded or purpleblooded male around 9 sweeps of age. I’m sorry I don’t know his caste for certain, the rest of the crew and I have seen him present as both at different times. As a purpleblood, he has holy facepaint that resembles twin arrows, a purple bandanna, and suspenders. As an indigoblood, he has plainclothes and lacks the paint. He has spiky hair and pointy horns, and nobody has recalled seeing his sign on his person. |]

[| I hope this information is helpful. Thank you for your time reading this. |]

[nemxricultrix]

It's the early morning that it starts. The descent into the darkness under the city, far deeper than the Undercroft clung to the cavernous bowels. The very notion of being surrounded by stone made her skin itch, yet the hell it wrought in her mind was nothing compared to the awakening to be done. It was her job- her secret after all.

Where others would wear robes, carry sacrificial daggers etched with symbols and chant words in lost tongues, she was dressed plain and clean- a farmer's tunic and skirt with her long worn trail boots, a simple stave of knotty oak with a lantern hanging off the crook tapping away at the stone steps the procession went down. Where others would chant their dead words in dead tongues, she stayed silent, for that was her answer. Where they prayed for supplication, she walked in defiance. They would not have their way.

Once these steps were those of a grand kingdom, ruled over by the Deep Elves, the Cavern Dwarves and Snirvnibln alike- a great kingdom spanning the underground of Awerhia. Now it lay in rot and ruin, the ancient stone returning from centuries of erosion and passage by things beyond. It mattered not now how it all crumpled in one black night, just that it was here that the cults had gathered around where it all went wrong. Where the leaders stood around the circle of profanities so horrid the Gods cast the place beneath the earth and sealed it away. Where the gnarl in her stomach became a thousand knots and thousand more aches. The magic was not tainted- no, this was not even magic. It was something different suffusing the air, boiling in her blood.

"BROTHERS AND SISTERS, WE COME HERE T-" started one of the cult leaders, suddenly cut off by a spike from the darkness into his throat. It lifted him into the darkness above, only a scrap of his sanguine robes flutters down from the silent destruction of his body. His cult soon followed.

"I ah- I believe we shougaaaaaaah-!" Cowarded the next, his body inverting before sucking inward on the blacked husk that was once a heart, a wet bloody pop following as the same fate of his followers suffered a similar fate.

"......................----?&$(*9$)$!&(#)$)#)##?)\€}€^^÷×%¢{" a redaction of noise from the last- whatever words they attempted were soon destroyed and dissolved beyond reality's understanding, and they choked on the billousness before vanishing with their cult.

Only the mage in her plainclothes stood there, looking up into the void of madness that had just destroyed those who knew their ways out.

"I already said it. I pledge no allegiance or armistice, no alliance nor bond. I seek only to return you to the realm you were pulled from." Her words are stern. Her eyes burn from viewing whatever it was beyond perception, her inhumanity not helping.

It does not speak. It replies in a way beyond speech, in a way that gives shapes flavors sound texture, emotions physicality and color a sound. It responds in a way that turns blood into bone and bone into blood, nerve into flesh and flesh into nerve. It muses in ways that undo these changes in the moments they occur, the voidspawn looking down from the perch beyond perception. It is amused, and watches to see her work. Failure would be death after all.

But there is no failure. As simple as it seems, and it is to someone so experienced, the circle appears around the profaniry that caused this being to be forced into reality before burning away into a pit that isn't a pit but is. The Thing above easily slips down, a blur of agony to glance upon for even a moment to slide through the wretched portal before it is sealed shut. She felt ragged from the very act, as ripping into the Farthest Places had consequences for even the shortest contact.

That's why the walk back was so exhausting. That's why when she emerged to the rising sun, she looked like she had been splattered by a slaughter's worth of gore and nightmarish combat. That's why even as the world awoke, her feet dragged behind and the staff's sole was scraping the stone. That's why she looked ragged, and vanished into her home as soon as she could.

One does not simply banish That Which Devours Hope without consequences.

[scorchedthesnake]

April 1, 2012

Sleep No More Remixed, back in 2012, was a bit of a fiasco. It began as an email announcing when tickets would go on sale. When that moment came, the website crashed. Frantically we all spam reloaded it until we were able to get in and pay the what at the time seemed insanely unreasonable $100 per ticket. I did manage to snag two, but many, many fans were dismayed to find the show sold out almost instantly. 

And so began what would become a long tradition over the years of pleading in emails with the box office and/or marketing team to help out “a dear friend of the hotel.” In my case I was mostly concerned with ensuring I could get my then-new crush in. He was this beautiful, intelligent and extremely weird boy named Alex I had met via Tumblr – he’d posted to the SNM tag a number of times – who also happened to be the captain of the Columbia swim team. Yeah, he was a college senior, and I was emailing Cesar Hawas to try to get him and one of his friends into exclusive McKittrick parties. Great behavior on my part.

The show itself took us all by surprise. Unfortunately, it was still the early days and the audience was by and large still eager to play the newly identified game of Sleep No More - collecting 1:1s. Of course, a night where everyone is a return visitor who knows the layout of the building is the absolute worst time to do such a thing. The result was a kind of audience behavior most of us had simply never experienced before – and certainly not in this quantity. There was pushing and shoving and generally fans were faced with mirror images of our own thirsty aggression for the first time. We’d become used to being one of, if not the only cognoscenti in the audience at any given time, and had never reckoned with what it was like to share the hotel with an audience full of people like us. Reflecting on it now, this kind of vibe became commonplace over the following years and none of it would shock a current regular at the show at all. 

The reception of it all was pretty severe. People contemplated never returning after the quagmire – I don’t know if anyone actually went through with this, but for the week afterwards the tone of conversation on Tumblr was not positive at all. This turned around pretty quickly as new upcoming events were announced (Mayfair, where all Tumblr drama truly began). 

The afterparty itself, as everyone who went to Remixed 2 now knows, was mostly karaoke. How to integrate show and cast and party were things still somewhat in flux at the time, but it was nice that it gave a chance for the cast - in plainclothes - to let down their hair and have a good time, just with a lot of spectators for it.

I did get Alex tickets. His friend met and later began dating Tony Bordonaro. Alex and I had some awkward hangouts but it never went anywhere. Alas. He’s still beautiful.

[smww4ever]

Fall Vibes 🍁🍃🍂

We are back momentarily from visiting the 28 known galaxies. A series inspired by Jor-El's monologue from the 1978 Superman movie. (Clip on IG/X). There’s so much going on there. Kal-El received knowledge on his voyage to Earth and then spends a chunk of time with holo-dad learning about tons of cosmic stuff in crystals. Crystals that we actually use in technology. They store data information so science fiction is closer to reality than we think.

Click here to read more on "Superman Memory Crystals": https://www.science.org/content/article/superman-memory-crystals-could-store-humanity-s-data-indefinitely

Diana & Clark: Autumn

The autumn season is around the corner and this month I plan to explore Diana & Clark. You’ve never really seen them interact in any live action movie or TV show as that. Unless I missed it. 🤨

(And I’m not talking about animated movies like Throne of Atlantis or even disregarding the many fan-created art and videos out there.)

My primary angst is with DCEU keeping Diana and Clark separate at every turn. Even the cheesy CW crossover omitted her. Also watching the Jenkins WW movies, Diana Prince is seen with coworkers, soldiers, global citizens, and of course Steve Trevor. Her cameos in other films for the most part have Shazam pining after her and vice versa. There's also the dialogue with Bruce Wayne (and the Flash) in the Snyder films. Bruce flirts with her and casts his eye on her but Clark doesn’t notice at all or says anything to her. (I posted several retweets on X from others that made similar observations.) I know this is old news for many but a big part of the reason for this AI exploration.

So it’s an oddity for sure. Seeing them together in plainclothes, or their human identities together interacting with each other, talking, forming a friendship. Because with that in mind as I explored them in AI, I kept thinking ‘Oh man people might think this is Lois’. I made adjustments to show the difference between the two but heck DC has managed to make Lois very much like Diana. Recall how they mocked her in Smallville when Lane wore the WW costume and many other things.

A Paradigm Shift is Needed

So what is at the core of this problem? What is driving the repetitious Superman/Lane ship and pushing SuperWonder away? Bear with me as I will try to explain and will do so in a Part 2.

In the meantime, fall vibes are dedicated to Diana & Clark, Halloween and wherever the creative river flows.

Part 2 to come...

Until next time… ✌️

Bonus:

[mockingjaysnakes]

tom blyth behind the scenes filming 'plainclothes'.

[more-than-a-princess]

Continued from here for @quickdeaths​!

It was the sort of place that Sonia was never supposed to go on her own, at least as a visiting student and princess from abroad who insisted upon a minimal staff and security team during her time at Hope's Peak. Vast, open areas, many exits and escape routes, and a place that attracted those from all walks of life without a pre-screening: it was the Novoselic Royal Family's nightmare.

In turn, that made the park all the more appealing to Sonia. On a weekend day without classes, while most of her classmates rested or engaged in hobbies unrelated to their talents, she had a full morning diary. It was how she liked it: with the dormitories mostly asleep, it was far simpler to have the styling team come through, ready her for the day's engagements, and slip out the front door without anyone being the wiser. She preferred the brown uniform and class activities to her royal attire and schedule while in Japan, but there were times that the Ultimate Princess wasn't given the option. Instead, she was only able to choose her method of going home after visiting two organizations and attending a charity luncheon: to walk, or to take the hired car. With its glossy exterior and tinted, bulletproof windows, Sonia opted to venture home on foot. And she'd taken the scenic route.

That was how she ended up in the park: with no one to immediately intervene, she'd checked discreetly over her shoulder to see if her plainclothes security was still in visible distance before venturing past the gates, passing groups on picnics, children playing informal sports games, and finally the concrete course. Or skating park, as those familiar with it referred to the place, mostly full of vibrant individuals with boards containing four wheels, using them to traverse up and down the curved walls and hills. Like the person who had called out to her after she'd taken a seat on a wooden bench a comfortable distance away to watch. After all: she'd never seen anything like it before.

"I shall confess that I have not visited this park before," She admitted with a smile. There was no reason to be shy about it, but Sonia's cheeks turned a fair shade of rose when the person who had so boldly approached her remarked upon her outfit. It was a stark contrast from theirs, and most of the others at the park, causing Sonia to blink in astonishment before casting a quick glance down. As usual, it was a tailored dress (or blouse and skirt) topped off with a coordinating blazer or coat. Today's version was tweed in a powder blue color with pearl buttons adorning the coat: a pair of light tan heels and coordinating handbag completed the ensemble, along with simple pearl jewelry. It seemed precisely the opposite of what the skaters wore: bolder tones, with an emphasis on comfort. Perhaps they were just being nice, without wanting to point out directly just how out of place she looked.

She nodded, offering a smile of thanks. "Thank you, but I imagine it might be dangerous to peruse physical activity in these clothes," She pointed out the obvious. There was that, and the fact her family would be scandalized if their crown princess so much ventured to touch a skateboard, much less get on top of one. "But your board, with the wheels! It reminds me much of the boards used for winter sports, to go down mountains when skis do not suit. I learned to ski as a child, but the boards...well, they were deemed unsafe. But I should very much enjoy watching: you and your cohorts look like you're flying, each time you reach the top of the curved walls. I imagine it must feel quite exhilarating!"

[zeglythworld]

https://www.tumblr.com/zeglythworld/767765252901404672/this-is-old-news-but-ive-always-wondered-this?source=share

A rumour circulated around this which was Tom hit on a cast member’s girlfriend when he was drunk. But no one knows the truth and honestly BB had always been weird with her follow unfollowing 🤡

Yes! I remember that! But that seemed like a straight-up lie for a few reasons. If that had really happened, I think there would've at least been some awkwardness with the cast, but there wasn’t. Plus, I think a lot of them are actually single. And BB really went through a weird phase of following and unfollowing people, so it probably doesn't mean anything. She did the same with the Plainclothes' director.

[welcometounicornworlds]

new photo of tom blyth with cast and crew on set of “plainclothes”

[ulkaralakbarova]

A hard-nosed cop reluctantly teams up with a wise-cracking criminal temporarily paroled to him, in order to track down a killer. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Jack Cates: Nick Nolte Reggie Hammond: Eddie Murphy Elaine: Annette O’Toole Haden: Frank McRae Albert Ganz: James Remar Luther: David Patrick Kelly Billy Bear: Sonny Landham Ben Kehoe: Brion James Rosalie, Hostage Girl: Kerry Sherman Algren: Jonathan Banks Vanzant: James Keane Frizzy, Hotel Desk Clerk: Tara King Lisa, Blonde Hooker: Greta Blackburn Casey: Margot Rose Sally: Denise Crosby Candy: Olivia Brown Young Cop: Todd Allen Thin Cop: Bill Dearth Big Cop: Ned Dowd Old Cop: Jim Haynie Detective: Jack Thibeau Plainclothes Man: Jon St. Elwood Ruth: Clare Torao Policewoman: Sandy Martin Bob: Matt Landers Cowboy Bartender: Peter Jason First Cop: Bill Cross Second Cop: Chris Mulkey Parking Lot Attendant: Marcelino Sánchez Road Gang Guard: Bennie E. Dobbins Road Gang Guard: Walter Scott Road Gang Guard: W.T. Zacha Prison Guard: Loyd Catlett Prison Guard: B. G. Fisher Prison Guard: Reid Cruickshanks Duty Sergeant: R. D. Call Hooker: Brenda Venus Hooker: Gloria Gifford Torchy’s Patron: Nick Dimitri Torchy’s Patron: John Dennis Johnston Torchy’s Patron: Rock A. Walker Gas Station Attendant: Dave Moordigian Security Guard: J. Wesley Huston Cop with Gun: Gary Pettinger Bar Girl: Marquerita Wallace Bar Girl: Angela Robinson Witherspoon Bartender: Jack Lightsy Henry Wong: John Hauk Interrogator: Bob Yanez Leroy: Clint Smith Gang Member: Luis Contreras Cowgirl Dancer: Suzanne M. Regard Vroman’s Dancer: Ola Ray Vroman’s Dancer: Bjaye Turner Indian Hooker: Begonya Plaza Film Crew: Original Music Composer: James Horner Producer: Lawrence Gordon Editor: Freeman A. Davies Production Design: John Vallone Director of Photography: Ric Waite Editor: Mark Warner Writer: Walter Hill Casting: Judith Holstra Editor: Billy Weber Producer: Joel Silver Sound Editor: John Dunn Sound Editor: Tim Mangini Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Donald O. Mitchell Costume Design: Marilyn Vance Sound Editor: Teri E. Dorman Supervising Sound Effects Editor: Richard L. Anderson Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Rick Kline Executive Producer: D. Constantine Conte Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Gregg Landaker Makeup Artist: Edouard F. Henriques Makeup Artist: Michael Germain Supervising Sound Effects Editor: Stephen Hunter Flick ADR Editor: Mark A. Mangini Stunt Double: Terry Leonard Stunts: Nick Dimitri Writer: Roger Spottiswoode Writer: Larry Gross Writer: Steven E. de Souza Set Decoration: Richard C. Goddard Hairstylist: Dagmar Loesch Stunt Double: Vince Deadrick Jr. Stunts: Tony Brubaker Special Effects: Joseph P. Mercurio Stunts: Bruce Paul Barbour Stunts: Larry Holt Stunt Double: John Sherrod Stunts: Jerry Brutsche Stunts: Billy C. Chandler Stunt Driver: Conrad E. Palmisano Stunt Coordinator: Bennie E. Dobbins Gaffer: Carl Boles Stunts: Walter Scott Movie Reviews: John Chard: You switch from an armed robber to a pimp, you’re all set. A hard as nails cop reluctantly teams up with a wise-cracking criminal temporarily paroled to him, in order to track down an escaped convict cop killer. The mismatched buddy buddy formula exploded onto the screen here in a ball of violence, profanity and pin sharp one liners. It also launched Eddie Murphy into 1980s stardom. Directed by Walter Hill and starring Nick Nolte alongside Murphy as part of an electrifying black and white double act, it’s unrelenting in pace and bad attitude. It could have been so different though, with the likes of Stallone, Reynolds, Pryor and Hines attached at various times for lead parts, it now is written in folklore that Murphy got the break and grasped it with both hands (he was actually fired at one point mind!). Thankfully the problems behind the scenes were resolved to give us a classic of its type. A big success for Paramount it paved the way for more choice same formula pictures in the decade, but few were able to be so course and daring with the racial divide explosions. Murphy is outstanding, quick as an A.K. 47 in vocal d...