Be Cool

So the bad guy points a finger at Chili Palmer, pulls a pretend trigger and growls, "Bang, you dead. But you don't know when, do you?" Nah, but Chili stays cool. Always. The hero of Get Shorty, once a loan shark, now a film producer, here gets involved in the pop-music biz, a field of endeavor that lacks the dignity of finance but is rich in crooks, babes and crooked babes. The balderdash that follows is nonsense of the highest quality. It proves both to scolds who think that funk, grunge and rap and the rest are rhythmic vomiting, and to those who actually like the stuff, that music today is a racket.