Blood and Concrete

1991 "Since 8:00, Joey's been stabbed, chased, followed by the cops, made love to, and accused of murder. It's 8:45."
5.8| 1h39m| en
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A dimwitted thug encounters a strung-out, suicidal young woman and an unlikely relationship develops as they work together to make a break for new horizons.

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Matrixston Wow! Such a good movie.
Redwarmin This movie is the proof that the world is becoming a sick and dumb place
Stevecorp Don't listen to the negative reviews
Glimmerubro It is not deep, but it is fun to watch. It does have a bit more of an edge to it than other similar films.
merklekranz Not much here except a well manicured Billy Zane and at least a bunch of weird for weird's sake characters revolving around a plot that would fit on a paper napkin. I'd be the first one to admit I'm a sucker for even marginal dark comedy, but here's an idea, at least have a point. "Blood & Concrete" meanders along for an overlong 97 minutes, introducing one bizarre character after the next, but the story goes nowhere. The odd cartoon-like goings on really wear thin rather quickly, and since none of the characters are even remotely likable, the whole thing becomes a so what. This isn't even close to a good black comedy, in fact it isn't even close to a good movie. - MERK
turing77 This film is a true sleeper. It's on late-night cable a lot, so there must be some recognition of its merits, considering it is such an old film. In a nutshell, this is pure LA noir, with crazy characters, crazy circumstances, and a lot of weirdness goin' on. The cast is superb, with Billy Zane striking just the right note, Darren McGavin turning in a hilarious performance, and the ageless and beautiful Jennifer Beals playing a subdued but nuanced part. (Kudos also to Harry Shearer, for a great cameo.) This film is truly a keeper, full of little moments that are funnier on reflection. (E.g., Bart starts to get amorous, so Joey all of a sudden starts concentrating on his dinner...hilarious.) Great entertainment.
EasyLivin I've always liked Billy Zane and the parts he plays. Sometimes offbeat, other times erratic, but he always has fun with them. And this tight little flick is no exception. This film reminds me of one of those curious "Indy" movies that comes along every now and then with no particular aim in mind other than to entertain. Granted, the plot has been done before, but it's the characters and the actors portraying them that makes this movie enjoyable. Jennifer Beals looks great, plays her part to perfection, and was surprisingly good singing a haunting rendition of "One Girl In A Million."
JZvezda Found this one during a routine late-night channel-surf. I spied, with my one good eye...Billy Zane: being held at gun-point, while some thong-clad Brian Bosworth clone orders him to remove his pants and then chases him around the dining room table. "Bart" keeps informing Billy Zane that he plans on making a woman out of him <wink-wink> ...if ya' know what I mean. And you expect me to change the channel?You know how you just *have* to watch "BeastMaster" when it comes on, even tho' you know you shouldn't? Well that's the deal with "Blood & Concrete: A Love Story" (full titles here folks!) It's odddly compelling, not unlike "Baywatch", the movie "Showgirls" or string-cheese. Having said that... I have no idea what it was supposed to be about. For no reason I can succesfully elocute, this movie reminded of "Vamp", which also seemingly took place in a strange hybrid of Los Angeles via Manhattan Meat Packing District. So there..I've just compared this movie to "Vamp". That pretty much says it all. I have graciously rated this schlock-fest a '4': -1 point for the smouldering indie-flicker James LeGros-1 point for the gay Boss Hogg drug-dealer who we get to see on the crapper-1 point for Billy Zane's 'House of Style' eyebrows & mostly believeable hairpiece& -1 point for a Brian Bosworth-clone who spends all his screen time running around in tight, white, nothing-to-the-imagination jeans... while he informs every male character of exactly where he intends to hide the pickle.