Chuck's obvious code
TIMES are hard when you have to recommend a Chuck Norris film as the best on television. Code of Silence (World, 9.30pm) is strictly formula stuff, but with enough hints of Clint Eastwood in the Dirty Harry films to make it mildly enjoyable.
Code of Silence is full of routine rough stuff and just about avoids the kind of self-parody that Norris handled so badly in all those noisy Vietnam films he made, starting with the jingoistic romp Missing in Action.
There is no 'Nam significance in this one, just a maverick Chicago cop called Eddie Cusack (Norris), a raid on a drug den and a major gang war. Throw in some South American nasties and a beautiful girl who is forced to hide out at Norris' apartment (refusing all offers of conventional police protection) and what you have is what you get.
Norris, as if I need to point this out, has an independent streak and wants to nail the gang his own way. Commander Kates, who is probably a fat black man, is not so sure.
THE melodrama-of-life Tap (Pearl, 9.30pm) has little to recommend it, not even an appearance by Sammy Davis Jr as a man who creates a revolutionary new style of dancing.
Gregory Hines stars as Max Washington, a man born to dance, but who ends up in prison instead.