Dead Bang

Bob Balaban comes off as tough as shit in this and it's wild. Balabanned his ass. Pretty much a sweet episode of Miami Vice where Tubbs is on vacation and Crockett fucks up racists.

Frankenheimer's control is tight enough but quite mechanical: He sustains the action but doesn't furnish much character. Then again, Robert Foster's script is speckled with crumbs of peculiarity, practically all of them minor. Frankenheimer, the director of three of the most sharply honed and deeply affecting conspiracy movies ever made, is also responsible for some of the more negligible.