Night Shift has a macabre funny premise; a milquetoast morgue attendant and his BS artist partner become pimps using the "Night Shift" at a NYC Morgue as corporate headquarters for a group of hookers whose pimp was murdered by other crooks (Richard Belzer is perfect as the hood in shades).
Henry Winkler completely sheds his Fonzie image and is convincing as the harried ex stockbroker henpecked by his fiancée, mother and future in-laws, and abused by everyone he meets, including the neighbor's dog.
Michael Keaton is a riot as the complete cartoonish caricature of every BS artist you've ever seen.
Unfortunately Shelly Long is both unconvincing as a hooker and unattractive as the leading lady (her complexion looks bad). The other ladies of the evening are unconvincing and the last 30 minutes of the film drag as if no ending was written and the director realized he had more film than dialog left.
It's funny the first time around if you stop 3/4 of the way through.
Henry Winkler completely sheds his Fonzie image and is convincing as the harried ex stockbroker henpecked by his fiancée, mother and future in-laws, and abused by everyone he meets, including the neighbor's dog.
Michael Keaton is a riot as the complete cartoonish caricature of every BS artist you've ever seen.
Unfortunately Shelly Long is both unconvincing as a hooker and unattractive as the leading lady (her complexion looks bad). The other ladies of the evening are unconvincing and the last 30 minutes of the film drag as if no ending was written and the director realized he had more film than dialog left.
It's funny the first time around if you stop 3/4 of the way through.