That's not all: this thing is packed with Lynch collaborators, including BLUE VELVET and DUNE's Dean Stockwell as a car dealership owner:
"Here's to your fuck, Frank!"
WILD AT HEART's Crispin Glover as a put-upon sailor who's been pushed around for too long:
"I'm making my lunch!"
and LOST HIGHWAY's Gary Busey as a marine who clearly is improvising all of his dialogue:
Hopper himself appears as a lingerie salesman with a fake-Karl Malden nose, for some reason:
"Heineken? Fuck that shit!"
Anyway, what we have here is an episodic, charmingly rambling, critically maligned road movie that is better than I expected it to be. Tom Berenger, doing kind of a whisky-ravaged Tom Waits/BEETLEJUICE voice is a hardboiled career member of Shore Patrol, transporting Navy prisoners across the country.
William McNamara (a likable man-gĂ©nue who deserved a better career––you may have seen him in SURVIVING THE GAME, DREAM A LITTLE DREAM, EXTREME JUSTICE, or Argento's OPERA) plays a young sailor on his last day before discharge.
He's enlisted to help Berenger out with a prisoner transport––though due to a clerical mix-up, the prisoner is unexpectedly a woman.
and creepy-ass trucker Frederic Forrest (APOCALYPSE NOW, FALLING DOWN):
In the end, CHASERS was Dennis Hopper's final feature as a director, and it's a weird, pleasant relic of the "EASY RIDERS, RAGING BULLS" era, worth a look for character actor and Americana aficionados. I can probably sum it up best in guessing that Wim Wenders probably loves the shit out of this movie.
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