Quite skilfully made, apparently on a low budget, this rough-edged drama is a kind of Bonnie and Clyde of the drug generation. There's even an allusion to not wanting to end up like Bonnie and Clyde in a recurring song. Matt Dillon (as 'Bad' Bobby Hughes) and Kelly Lynch are young marrieds who, with two confederates, rob drug stores for their own fixes and supply to others. As Dillon's quite effective narrative explains it: 'We were just trying to stay high'. But the cops pursue, death rears its head and it all has to stop, for Dillon at least. 'I'm a junkie,' he says with resigned regretfulness. 'I liked the whole lifestyle. But it didn't pay off'. The film's nicely old-fashioned in construction and Dillon reminiscent of the gangsters of earlier film eras, with his paranoias about the mention of pets or hats on the bed. He gives his best performance in several years here. The film's no masterpiece, but its effective little sermon does stick in the mind.

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