In Glengarry, he wrote with blood and thunder about the rigorous work of real estate salesmen and in Oleanna, he split the sexual harassment debate so thinly that you couldn't see his opinion without microscope eyes.
With Edmond however, he lays everything out for the audience and world to see, allowing the character to often pontificate on basic musings like what it's like to feel alive and the mundane nature of normal life.
Our cop heroes (Adrian Paul and Bokeen Woodbine: one's human, one's a vampire) jump from suspect to suspect without so much as a word of explanation why.
The moody atmosphere (pitch black, everywhere) and illegible computer readouts with dossiers on each character don't help.
The latest is a retelling of his play Edmond by King of the Ants helmer Stuart Gordon.
Continue reading: Crank: High Voltage Review Here's a three-word phrase that'll get any film critic's blood pumping: "Starring Bai Ling." As an actress who's usually deployed to amp up a film's quotient of exotica and erotica, her presence, sad to say, usually indicates that questionable quality lies ahead.
The Gene Generation puts Ling into the tightest leather imaginable, but she still has enough flexibility to do as much machine gun shooting and karate kicking as is required to save a future world from destruction by DNA tampering.
It seems that all paths lead to a shady Chinese mobster named Poon Dong (David Carradine).
In typical Chelios fashion, however, the way is fraught with cops, criminals, and some incredibly crazy circumstances.