The boys, having no use for it, arrange a switch - $2.5 million for the stash. (Did I mention that the action is set in the future? It's easy to forget since it has no bearing whatsoever in the story except to make the heroes appear all the more anachronistic.) The bankers' hired thugs, who are extremely well turned out, want their dope back. The bank traffics illegally in a deadly new hallucinogen called "the dream," and when the boys and their gang knock over the armored car it's the drug and not cash that they steal. Piece of cake, especially for guys as hard as these. Their plan is to rob the bank - the same bank that's raised the rent - of $2.5 million to pay the inflated tab and keep their beloved hangout in business. That's right, it's an endangered-species movie, with Harley and Marlboro as the rescuing angels.
The picture stars Mickey Rourke and Don Johnson as Harley and Marlboro, a biker and a cowboy who grew up, so to speak, in a neighborhood bar that's being gouged into extinction by greedy bankers. Every summer, I suppose, gets the wrap party it deserves. The ads for "Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man" proclaim it, in bold type, as the "Summer's Last Blast," and it feels like the last of something. Violence, language, nudity and sensuality
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