Sex personified… or the other thing… ‘not sex’.
The biggest laugh comes in the opening seconds, with a pre credits blurb that proudly states that ‘this film has no association with any products whatsoever… Hey look over there!!!’
Miami Vice Johnson grows a moustache, puts on a sweat stained Stetson and names himself after a tobacco product, and Mickey Rourke dons leathers and dubs himself after a noisy gas guzzling motorcycle. Our testosterone fuelled, IQ challenged duo trade beers, bikes, bad jokes and poorly staged fight scenes, with the occasional statement to illuminate your life. Consider Harley Davidson’s words of wisdom “it’s better to be dead and cool than alive and uncool”.
All in a plot that details their efforts to save their favourite sleazy bar.
From memory I think even in the early 90s the very concept of Don Johnson and Mickey Rourke starring in a buddy flick where each are named after multinational corporations was almost as funny and ridiculous as it seems now.
On second thought it couldn’t possibly have been this ridiculous.
Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man takes a terrible idea, and proceeds to execute it poorly.
Final Rating – 5.5 / 10. Hokey at best, excruciating at most, with horrendously awful music throughout.
