"For the six people who haven't seen them yet, here's Sharon Stone's breasts"
Proof positive that talent is NOT hereditary, the daughter of Mario Puzo presents her one and only movie to date: Cold Steel...starring Brad Davis and Sharon Stone.Produced in the mid-80s just before Stone’s meteoritic rise to fame thanks to a strategically placed vagina, Cold Steel is just about the most rote, predictable, banal and vanilla cop procedural ever.
Cold Steel is to movies what "Happy Birthday to You" is to music.
Tell me when this starts to sound interesting: Two cop partners. One cop’s jeweler dad is murdered by junkies who are also thieves. The cop feels anguish at his father’s death. He swears revenge. He meets a blonde (who will soon be the biggest movie star in the world) at a bar and then they have sex.
Once that’s done, the cop thinks about revenge some more. The junkie thieves kill a few more people, as if to remind the viewer that the two villains are indeed still villainous. Cop gets yelled at by his boss. Cop swears extra revenge. Girl gets kidnapped, cop gets angrier, vengeance occurs, credits roll.
If this film were made back in 1939 it would be praised as some sort of revolutionary concept. Sadly it arrived in an era in which TV already existed, thereby ensuring that anyone viewing Cold Steel would feel certain they were watching a Dragnet rerun from 1961. Only with nudity.
In an effort to mention ANYTHING noteworthy about this poor, poor movie I’ll mention that Sharon Stone briefly exposes her breasts.Call me a cynic, but I feel certain that those hooters are the only two reasons this dungpile was even released on DVD in the first place.