In '92, a "John Carpenter-Chevy Chase comedy" may have looked like neither fish nor fowl. Today, after both their zeitgeists have passed, it looks like a fluffy, satisfyingly underrated entry into Carpenter's catalog of bonkers genre films, mixing state of the art FX and Hitchcock/Universal Horror classicism, with Chase against type and William Goldman's fingerprints on the script. Bad brown-face decision, though.
Hardly memorable, but there are some honorable mentions in it: Chevy Chase do his last watchable film, Sam Neill is the perfect villain, Darryl Hannah still look good here and Michael McKean is hilarious in a petty supporting role and one could only dare think how much better the film would have been with him as the lead. Mostly though the film feels like a wasted opportunity that is neither bad or good.