Where do you find swarms of such types? In the pop-music world, natch, so in his first starring movie Clay plays Ford Fairlane, “rock and roll detective,” whose clients come from the realm of gold records and zinc egos. Caught up in the case of a murdered rock star, Fairlane bops his way through the Los Angeles club scene in a pretzel of a plot involving his long-suffering assistant Jazz (Lauren Holly), crooked record mogul Julian Grendel (Wayne Newton) and the ultimate mindless groupie Zuzu Petals (Maddie Corman).
Rocket-rising action director Renny Harlin (“Die Hard 2”) does his high-tech mayhem thing, but this picture is a Dice-roll pure and simple. Or i rather impure, as Clay spews forth gags about genitals male and female, autoeroticism with odd implements and obscene references to Dick Tracy and the Girl Scouts. As with Clay’s live act, some of this is funny-icky, some just icky. But there’s a goofy, surreal innocence to his ick-shtik as I against the smug egomania of Eddie Murphy or the paranoid rages of Sam Kinison. As the embodiment of male sexual infantilism, the Diceman is the mouth of the moment.
