The cloddish populism of Bob Clark (Porky’s, Rhinestone) mated with the manic blurriness of a New York street comedy—it seems deliberately designed to drive you screaming from the theater. Timothy Hutton is a wonderful, lovable kid (you know it because the other characters keep telling you) who mounts a graffiti campaign in an effort to redeem the reputation of his brother, a heroic fireman dismissed from his job by an unfeeling city bureaucracy. The material is nothing but a mass of programmed emotions and bumptious rabble rousing, but that isn’t enough for Clark—he’s got to make it even dumber by filling it with gross caricatures, incoherent action, and Irish music. And what this man does to actors, I wouldn’t do to cockroaches: among the performers turned into shrieking banshees are Robert Urich, Kim Cattrall, Robert Culp, Darren McGavin, and Peter Boyle.