Yes - Jack Jones. Mr 'Wives and Lovers.' The singer of the theme to 'The Love Boat.'
What was it about his bland singing style and inoffensive good looks that screamed "horror film actor!" to you, Mr Walker?
And what was it, Mr Jones, that made you say yes to this ridiculous script about an easy listening singer who finds himself tormented by strange nocturnal noises emanating from the gothic pile he's renting while recording his comeback album?
Was it the chance for a couple of decidedly tame sex scenes with the admittedly very attractive, pre 'Not The Nine O'Clock News' Pamela Stephenson?
Or was it the opportunity to explore new facets of your talent and spice up your comfortable, safe middle-of-the-road image?
THE COMEBACK definitely gave you the former but it did precious little for the latter. But that's not entirely your fault.
Even had you given a performance of Robert De Niro in 'Taxi Driver' proportions you would still have faced an uphill battle to save this film. THE COMEBACK never really recovers from what may just be the most boring first ten minutes ever committed to celluloid. If the intention is to build an air of mystery, suspense and fear it fails - completely and utterly. The only response it provokes is deep sleep.
Indeed, an overwhelming sense of lethargy permeates the entire film. No one in the cast can rouse themselves sufficiently to breathe life into their one dimensional characters, or make even a half-hearted attempt to plug some of the most glaring holes in the plot.
While Jones doesn't embarrass himself as an actor he should be embarrassed about appearing in such a cheap, shoddily made production. Now that's the real horror.
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