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A remarkable performance from Nick Nolte. It makes you wonder why he hasn't achieved greater status than he has. His performance as Ray Hicks in this movie is just overpowering. An intelligent, highly-capable, although somewhat anti-social man who has been sneered at and kicked on one too many times. He is a true "Dog Soldier", and has not ever had anything easy in his life. His is a life of hard knocks and hard roads, and he doesn't shy away from either.

He exhibits his rock-solid beliefs in old-school virtues, such as, loyalty, true friendship and caring, and defending the people you care about with your life. A truly remarkable film, and a truly remarkable performance by Nolte. Nolte simply dominates every scene he's in.

A soldier returning from Vietnam agrees to smuggle some heroin for a friend but the Feds are on to the scheme. Nolte is dynamic as the cynical war vet who becomes a reluctant drug runner. Weld is fine as a drug-addict hippie. However, it is Moriarty who steals the film with his hilariously deadpan performance as a somewhat dim-witted fellow who sees drug dealing as a way to make a quick buck. The banter among Moriarty and agents Masur and Sharkey is often quite amusing. Although it opens in Saigon, Vietnam is not the focus of this film, unlike two high-profile films released the same year, "The Deer Hunter" and "Coming Home." Instead, this is a morality tale about drugs.

"Who'll Stop the Rain" is an edge of your seat thriller set during the Viet Nam war. It features one of the early successes of Nick Nolte.

The story opens in Viet Nam where a burnt out reporter (Michael Moriarity) tries to make some easy money by smuggling two kilos of heroin (rather than his usual marijuana) to the U.S. He enlists as his currier Nolte who is somewhat reluctant at first but agrees. Nolte shows up at Moriarity's home to collect his fee from Moriarity's wife (Tuesday Weld) and then the fun begins. Two bogus federal agents (Richard Mazur, Ray Sharkey) begin to lay claim to the smack. They are joined later in the chase by their boss, a corrupt federal agent (Anthony Zerbe).

The performances are top notch all around. Nolte is suitably macho in one of his first big roles. Weld is overwhelmed by the events but soon gives in to Nolte's plans. Moriarity is also good as the naive husband who thinks he can make a quick buck to compensate him for the horrors he has experienced in Viet Nam. Mazur and Sharkey are outstanding as the brutal sadistic heavies and Zerbe is as slimey as ever as the chief baddie.

The Nolte character is somewhat of a mystery (at least to me). Who is he? What is he doing in Viet Nam? Is he a soldier of fortune, a mercenary? or what? He has a run down shack in Los Angeles where he has buried an assault rifle. In Arizona he has an elaborate mountain top hideaway complete with an amphitheater and loudspeakers that play Hank Jones music. None of this is explained to my satisfaction.

What the movie does have is a good story great acting and an entertaining soundtrack featuring Creedence Clearwater Revival.

A Vietnam veteran, Ray Hicks (Nick Nolte), gets conned into helping an old Marine friend, John Converse (Michael Moriarty), smuggle drugs into the country but ends up having to go on the run with his friend's wife, Marge Converse (Tuesday Weld), when the deal goes sour. Involving old buddy Nolte and Tuesday Weld in their doomed dope deal, only to wind up on the lam. Things go wrong, it precipitates an exciting chase by a motley group (Anthony Zerbe, Richard Masur, Charles Haid, Ray Sharkey) through the corrupt moral wasteland of counter-culture/CIA- culture America. Try to rip him off and he'll rip you apart!. A week ago they were strangers. An hour ago they were lovers. Now they are targets !.

Thrilling and compelling story of late-60s disillusionment. Dealing with a traumatised Vietnam war correspondent can draw no more cheap morals from the bloody absurdity around him . ¨In a world where elephants are pursued by flying men, everyone's gonna want to to get high¨, Nolte reasons , as he blindly steps into the heroin business and joins the Dog Soldiers. On the way, power-play is mirrored in the casual sadism of the pursuers and the conventional 'MacGuffin' theme of the 2kg bag takes on a metaphorical charge. This film results to be a notable blend of drama, action, suspense and tragedy. Based on Robert Stone's novel 'Dog Soldiers', here Nolte gives a nice acting as a temperamental Vietnam vet who's enlisted in a smuggling scheme to transport a large amount of heroin into California. Along with the three main actors: Nolte, Weld, Moriarty, providing enjoyable interpretation, there's a splendid plethora of secondaries, such as: Anthony Zerbe, Richard Masur, Ray Sharkey, Gail Strickland, Charles Haid, Joaquín Martínez, and David Opatoshu. Outstanding period musical score by composer Laurence Rosenthal and catching songs from Creedence Clearwater Revival, including title song. As well as colorful and evocative cinematography by cameraman Richard H. Kline, shot on location in Durango, Mexico and San Diego, Oakland, Arch Street, Berkeley, Newhall, California, USA.

The motion picture was well directed by Karel Reisz. He nimbly avoids the usual issues, finds the pace of his material early and sustains brilliantly, emerging with a contemporary good film of hard-edge adventure and three superb character studies. Deemed to be one of the most influential 'British New Wave' directors, Reisz was a prestigious editor, writer and filmmaker. In the 1950s he was one of the founders of the Free Cinema movement. His subsequent feature films have often tended to focus on working-class angst and class structure in general, with social outcasts at their center. He wrote his famous book, "The Technique of Film Editing", before becoming involved in professional filmmaking, it was reviewed - not entirely favorably - by an actual film editor, Seth Holt. When Reisz made his first feature film, Saturday Night and Sunday Morning (original title) (1960), he hired Holt as his editor. During his later years he worked increasingly in theater direction. Directed three actresses to Oscar nominations: Vanessa Redgrave (Best Actress, Morgan, A Suitable Case for Treatment (1966); Isadora (1968)), Meryl Streep (Best Actress, The French Lieutenant's Woman (1981)), and Jessica Lange (Best Actress, Sweet Dreams (1985). Who'll Stop the Rain(1978) rating: 6.5/10. The film will appeal to Nick Nolte fans.

Who'll Stop The Rain is a sadly forgotten Nam era film that deftly blends genre better than most movies can ever hope to. The level of quality ratio to the amount of people who remember it is criminally unbalanced, but that's commonplace in cinema. The title comes from the Creedence Clearwater Revival song of the same name, serving as both a metaphor in itself and a theme for the film, an anti war outcry that warbles forth beautifully at least five different times during the movie, becoming the script's national anthem. Plus,who can say no to CCR on loop. It's actually one of the best and most fervent anti war films out there, showing you an extended look at just how many ways the Vietnam War followed soldiers home and infected many customs, institutions and individuals. That kind of important sentiment wrapped up in a thriller is the kind of package I strive to find in film, and this is a glowing example. Nick Nolte plays Ray Hicks, an American GI getting ready to head back stateside after a tour. His best buddy John Converse (Michael Moriarty) convinces him to smuggle a brick of hash back with him and deliver it to his wife (Tuesday Weld). Only problem is, that ain't where it ends. The people John was in contact with turn out to be a dodgy bunch, and before Ray knows it he's o the run from some very dangerous dudes with his best buddy's wife in tow, headed straight for a violent confrontation via a slow burn of a plot that sits on a low boil before you realized it's reached a fever pitch. Nolte and Weld are a corrosive romantic couple, making the downbeat best of their situation, evading two nasty drug runners (Anthony Zerbe and Richard Masur being scary and classy as hell) and getting a feel for each other along the way. Thriller. Drama. War. Moral dilemma. This one's got it all, in a very specific concoction that never forces anything and treats you to more than it ever promised, before you have the chance to realize it. All timer stuff.

Very violent film shot in rugged mountain country. The book this was taken from remains after many years as one of my top 3 favourites of all time. The movie wasn't as good for my money, but still managed to capture the flavour of this tale of greed and cynicism.

Misfired adaptation of Robert Stone's novel "Dog Soldiers" by the author with Judith Rascoe is convincingly unglamorous in appearance but has little entertainment value. Nick Nolte (with a big mop of hair) gives a mediocre performance as the somewhat-reluctant carrier for his drug-dealing Marine buddy in Vietnam-era Saigon; he'll get $1K up front plus another $1K from his friend's wife in San Francisco after he delivers two uncut kilograms of heroin--naturally, he's being followed by maybe/maybe not agents who want to make a deal. Nolte and pill-popping Tuesday Weld have a nicely scratchy rapport in their earliest scenes when she still doesn't know what's going down; in the second half, the stars are unable to carry the rambling script. As the thugs, Anthony Zerbe, Richard Masur and Ray Sharkey are a memorably weird trio, but Laurence Rosenthal's cheesy score (accented by Creedence Clearwater Revival songs, natch) is terrible. ** from ****

Maltese Falcon is a better movie than the book, and so is this baby. Good as the books are. Of course there would have been neither without the books, but both books wander all over the place, and are not the better for it. Whereas this one, and Maltese and for that matter, Treasure of Sierra Madre, are the richer experiences on the screen for being tightened down. The casting was perfect here. Even Zerbe is a wonderful surprise. The only cavil I have with the overall effect is the dumb title. Terrible. Dog Soldiers would have been fine. But after that, there is not much amiss here. Starting with the dope deal, quite unlike the start of the novel, it moves relentlessly as a snake from then on to its end, which is also unlike the novel, and the better for it. Robert Stone writes some of the, if not THE finest dialog in modern American literature: I have always had problems with his wandering stories, but if it takes them to produce his characters sparkling talk, what the hell, so be it. And what other movie would even THINK of using Hank Snow's Golden Rocket for the music of a great great shootout. Also not in the book. All hands here can be proud of a work that time is gonna treat with the utmost tenderness. If it has one misstep it is right at the first: the explosions tossing Moriarity around are at distinct odds with the slow buildup of the rest of it. But a minor matter, considering how dead on perfect most of the rest of the film is. So good this one is, it's no wonder that the great masses missed it's perfection.

'Who'll Stop The Rain' is another of those films that's been on my 'I have to see that film' list for a long while. It's a Viet Nam era film, and whatever the reason, I missed its theatrical run. So, when it showed up to be streamed I jumped on it. And for better than the first hour I was definitely with it. But then ....

Nick Nolte plays a Viet Nam Vet merchant-seaman who is approached by a writer played by Michael Moriarty in Saigon, and asked to deliver a huge amount of heroin to Moriarty's wife (Tuesday Weld) in Berkeley, California. Nolte will be payed for his troubles, and the married couple will go about selling the stuff for a huge profit. That's it. That's the plot. The balance of the film involves the threesome trying to avoid the 'bad guys' (Ray Sharkey, Anthony Zerbe, and a great Richard Masur); be they police, or drug-dealers, or a bit of both; a bunch of guys who want that heroin and will kill to get it.

Reasons to see the film include:

1. A very young and still athletic-looking Nick Nolte.

2. Michael Moriarity as a pathetic attempted drug dealer (yes, the same Moriarty who later on would play the ultra tough and straight-laced Assistant D. A. on the first seasons of 'Law and Order'.

3. Tuesday Weld, who doesn't really emote (she kind'a sleepwalks through the film), but in some way doesn't have to as we're so taken by her natural beauty.

4. Charles Haid as a Hollywood drug dealer scam artist in two of the film's very best Los Angeles based scenes (yes, the same Haid as in 'Hill Street Blues').

5. Berkeley California: its street vendors and psychedelic t-shirts shown off in an early scene.

But then .... New Mexico. The final scenes take place in New Mexico and - hey, just my opinion here - the tone of the film changes. And not for the better. There is something more commonplace about these scenes, nowhere near as twisting and turning as those that came earlier in California.

So. Bottom line. See it. But the further it goes, the lower you need to place your expectations.

Nick Nolte is dead-solid perfect here as Vietnam-vet Marine Ray Hicks, the ultimate 70's zen anti-hero. It's shocking to see him so young and muscular after the sheer variety of roles and physical embodiments he has taken on since. Here he's tough, flawed, and jaded, a once-idealistic cynic who has gotten himself into a bad situation but whose instinct for survival takes over. One of his first lines in the film is, "Self defense is an art I cultivate.", and he doesn't let down. It's a Steve McQueen-cool kind of role, and Nolte's wonderfully cinematic throughout; whether it's smoking a cigarette, drinking a beer, cleaning a weapon, kicking bad-guy butt with some quick martial arts moves, or putting a supportive arm around Tuesday Weld.

The story comes from Robert Stone's National Book Award winning "Dog Soldiers" which is a better if less marketable title. The title refers to those mercenary soldiers who would hire on and die for someone else's cause as surely as if it was their own. Much of the dialogue comes verbatim from Stone's book, and it's rare that the translation is so perfectly realized as it is by director Karel Reisz and his actors. The characters seem to be saying these words for the first time in the situation they're in, and what's more, much of the dialogue is endlessly quotable. Nolte in particular builds a tough-guy philosophy throughout snarling lines like, "I'm tired of taking s**t from inferior people."

He's perfectly paired on the road from Oakland to New Mexico with Weld, in one of her best performances as Michael Moriarty's pill-popping wife. Also well-cast are Anthony Zerbe, Richard Masur, and Ray Sharkey, who add plenty of menace and dark humor as a trio of shady feds after the heroin Nolte has ill-advisedly brought back from Vietnam for one-time pal Moriarty. Also standing out is Charles Haid as a small-time Hollywood hustler Nolte tries to have move the heroin. Look fast for Wings Hauser in the opening scenes as a Marine jeep driver. The film's tone may be too violent and downbeat for some tastes, but it captures the feeling of cynicism and disillusion stateside during the Vietnam War in an appropriately harrowing manner.

The climactic shootout is ingeniously staged at night on a mountain commune with strobes flashing and Hank Snow/CCR music blaring. The final shots of the film are striking and memorable, particularly the stark image of a battered and worn but still not beaten Nolte marching along an endless set of railroad tracks in the New Mexico desert. It's only a shame Nolte didn't attempt a few more roles in this action vein while he was still young.

The film is available on DVD, though there are no extras. It would have been nice to have interviews, commentary, and deleted scenes (particularly the pivotal Nolte/Weld love scene, which was reportedly filmed but wound up being only implied in the final cut).

It's the Vietnam War era and Nick Nolte is working with Michael Moriarty smuggling drugs back from the 'Nam. When Nolte goes to Moriarty's apartment, he's not there, but his wife, Tuesday Weld, is.... and soon so are two dirty cops. Nolte goes on the run with Miss Weld through the underworld.

Thirty years ago it would have been a great film noir, if they could have got the drugs past the Hays Office. The Production Code was long gone, and so we have 1960s teeny-bopper Weld cursing a blue streak, and Nolte nursing a can of Bud in a titty bar, a drug dealer griping that the world has gone to.... well, pot. Karel Reisz shows us a dull world stripped of all glamor, and it's an engrossing watch, but I'm not sure there's really anything in other than ennui.

War reporter John Converse (Michael Moriarty) is tired of the craziness of the Vietnam War. He decides to smuggle 2k of heroin into America and recruits merchant marine Ray Hicks (Nick Nolte). Ray usually smuggles grass and reluctantly agrees. The plan is to hand it off to John's wife Marge (Tuesday Weld) but they are double-crossed by a corrupt agent and his criminal henchmen.

They're in a tight spot. I get it but they should realize that the bad guys wouldn't just let this go. Ray should shoot them with their own guns. At least, that would put them in the hospital for a few months while everybody make their escape. At the very least, he should drug them. I don't think they should have the kid. If the kid can escape to Canada, there's no good reason why the wife wouldn't follow suit. Without the kid, the love triangle would work much better. There are some compelling aspects but also some less compelling parts. John's half of the story with the bad guys is the lesser part. Overall, this is an interesting drug movie although one can see some improvements. Nolte is interesting here.

In the same year that the groundbreaking BOYS IN COMPANY C showed soldiers fighting in Vietnam, WHO'LL STOP THE RAIN, influenced by the previous years' ROLLING THUNDER, centered on the desperately flawed American soldiers right afterwards...

Beginning with a character quirky enough for his own movie, whose intro/setup has its own beginning, middle and end with the always-intriguingly-strange Michael Moriarty, returning to the war (with cameos by young non-famous Wings Hauser and Jonathan Banks) to find a buddy to do what the rest of the picture's about...

And by the time tough marine Nick Notle's doing slow-motion meditation-style karate exercises on the ship headed back to America, we're introduced to a new kind of cinematic hero: too flawed for mainstream but not quite shady enough for the anti-hero role...

Eventually teaming with gloomy, opium-addicted Tuesday Weld, librarian wife of Michael Moriarty who... for reasons never fully explained... gave Nolte the mission to quickly sell uncut heroin, which of course goes wrong, introducing antagonists who are actually part of the FBI: one an extremely crooked agent in the always formidable Anthony Zerbe, with two otherwise good actors miscast here: Richard Masur doesn't seem tough enough (despite his size) and Ray Sharkey's doing a cliche imitation of a dimwitted Italian...

What everything leads to (following overlong troubles with drug dealer Charles Haid) is a final-act standoff where, like MR. MAJESTYK before and FIRST BLOOD after, the main character flees to his own exterior safe-space, literally the higher ground that he knows and controls every inch of...

At this point a lot of action's needed... but the problem here is the problem throughout: too much dialogue and wispy melodrama involving Weld and Nolte, never seeming that all that interested as a love-interest pair while Moriarty (held politely hostage by the villains) basically like he's passively watching the movie along with the audience... being the one who ignited the troubles while Nolte... though good as always... always seems like he's somewhat reluctant to carry things through.

The book was great and while I don't usually think Hollywood does a very good job translating the book into a movie in this case they have done an excellent job.

Nick Nolte is outstanding as Ray Hicks, a marine vet doing a favor for a buddy by smuggling 2 keys of pure heroin back into the U.S.A. When he gets stateside and goes to his buddy's wife to make the drop all hell breaks loose and Nolte tears up the screen. Also features an outstanding supporting cast with Michael Moriarty as Nolte's buddy John Converse, Tuesday Weld as Marge Converse, Anthony Zerbe as Antheil and Richard Masur and Ray Sharkey as Zerbe's henchmen. The ending is surrealistic and one of the most memorable finale's I have seen.

This is a small masterpiece and perhaps the best film to come out of the whole Vietnam War experience, perfectly reflecting the drug-addled, hyper-cynical and soulless days at the end of the 60's, when we all realized that it wasn't going to be alright.

If you like Nolte, you must see this. If you loath Nolte to the very depth of your being, you need to see it even more. His energy here would fill a dozen lesser films - only the remarkable supporting cast keeps him from single-handedly burning the movie down.

A huge number of American films from this period are massively overrated. Not this one.

I saw "Who'll Stop the Rain" for the first time in the theater when I was fourteen years old. I've seen it a bunch of times since, including last night. It a terrific movie. Its storytelling is top-notch. It looks great with a great soundtrack. Best of all are the performances of a perfect cast. Every cast members delivers the goods with standout work by Tuesdays Weld, Nick Nolte, Richard Masur and Ray Sharkey. "Who'll Stop the Rain" is an edge of your seat thriller that builds to knockout conclusion. This movie never fails to hit the spot.