The Running Man. It was bad. Really bad. I was told it was a great, classic movie that was popular in its day. Bleh.
It's a story about a man who's too stupid to keep up his insurance payments and then crashes his plane. He expects the insurance company to still pay off on his claim despite the accident occurred two days after his insurance coverage ended. They, of course, don't and he tries to sue. But, no lawyer would takes his case because of no hope of winning.
He then plots to defraud the insurance company by taking out a huge insurance policy on his life and pretend to die in a tragic glider accident. It works, his wife gets the money and they plan to live-it-up in Europe. But, an insurance man shows up on the day of the funeral, while the husband is hiding out in the house. They both make it out of America. But, guess who shows up.
The insurance man follows them around. The husband, with a new look, pretends to be some bloke from Australia but speaks with an English accent. They play some cheap cat-and-mouse game for an hour, when the husband finally snaps and tries to kill the insurance man. Didn't work, but then we knew this guy couldn't do anything right. Right? So, the husband tries to flee, by stealing a plane, and guess what happens. It crashes. He dies. For real.
Turns out, the insurance man wasn't investigating them. Turns out, he had the hots for the lady and followed her around to get in her pants. He was on a vacation trip set up by his new employer, a paint company.
The End.
(See, really bad.)