I am so excited about The Loveless that I am still buzzing after my first viewing. Kathryn Bigalow has always been a favorite director of mine so I decided to check out her first film, The Loveless, which is also the first movie Willem DaFoe appears in. The Loveless is a throwback to the biker movies of the 1950s which featured youths on motorcycles with bad attitudes and no future, living like they just don’t care.
Bigalow’s technique is developed throughout The Loveless. The film is highly stylish and moody, just how I like it. What is the most interesting aspect of the film is the brief relationship between Vance (DaFoe) and Telena (Ladies and Gentlemen, The Fabulous Stains’ Marin Kanter), which is honest and frankly sexual. Telena is a damaged girl, with a mother that committed suicide and a father who sexually abuses her. While Vance is sympathetic, he will not do anything to help because that would require him to give a damn.
Plus, the rockabilly music is fantastic, adding to the atmosphere of the picture, which is important because the pacing of the film is quite slow, adding to the overall mood. With performances ideal to the piece, especially DaFoe’s, The Loveless is a true marvel of a film that deserves a wider audience.
Is this one of my favorite movie monologues of all times? Yes. Do I think Bill Pullman as Thomas Whitmore is one of the greatest movie presidents of all time? Yes. Do I want to shed a patriotic tear everytime I watch this monologue? Yes.
Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind. “Mankind.” That word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can’t be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests. Perhaps it’s fate that today is the Fourth of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom… Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution… but from annihilation. We are fighting for our right to live. To exist. And should we win the day, the Fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day the world declared in one voice: “We will not go quietly into the night!” We will not vanish without a fight! We’re going to live on! We’re going to survive! Today we celebrate our Independence Day!
I love this fucking movie. It makes me proud to be an American.
I fucking hate BJ Novak, but I will stand by Quentin in whomever he chooses to cast. I hope Brad Pitt’s very doesn’t get annoying, but otherwise, the footage looks great. I can’t wait to see Eli Roth clubbing Nazis with a baseball bat. Oh, America’s pastime.
So Quad Cinema started playing some classic Mickey Rourke movies this month in honor of one of the greatest actors ever to grace the silver screen. So I decided, along with my friend, Caitlin, to go see the 5:30 show of The Pope of Greenwich Village. Let me tell you, it was a wise decision.
Rourke stars as Charlie, a guy whose girlfriend, Diane (played by a nubile Daryl Hannah) gets pregnant, while he is dealing with a divorce. His crazy wife keeps their son from him as well as racks up 2,000 dollars in parking tickets on his car. So when Charlie’s fuck up cousin, Paulie (scenery chewing Eric Roberts) comes up with a plot to see 150,000 dollars from a mob boss with his irish partner, Barney (Kenneth McMillian), Charlie is forced to go in on it with them, despite Diane’s objections. Needless to say, things go horribly awry and all must pay for their involvement.
I am always stunned by Mickey’s ability to emote on screen. When Paulie comes him *SPOILER* after his thumb was cut off, Rourke’s reaction as Charlie is astounding. As he watches Paulie fall apart, Rourke starts to cry, but a manly crying scene. Also, Rourke’s rage is full on display when he finds out he is betrayed when Paulie squeals on him. Trashcans go flying, people quake in fear, it is truly tour de force. Eric Roberts is also great in this movie, walking that fine line between truly becoming his character and straight out over acting. Plus, Daryl Hannah is smoking hot as Rourke’s dancer girlfriend. It’s a cool movie, none the less.
Continuing on my Vigilante/ Exploitation kick, I rented Savage Streets (1987) starring Linda Blair and John Vernon. This movie was absolutely incredible. Linda Blair was at the height of her cult appeal. Basically, Linda plays Brenda, who along with her band of slutty, ethnic gal pals and her deaf sister, Heather, decide to teach this dangerous gang full of creepy guys a lesson after they almost hit them with their car. Bad idea Brenda. To get back at Brenda and Co., they raped the deaf Heather and kill her pregnant and enganged best friend.
Naturally, these gang of psychos drive Brenda to her breaking point and she snaps. FUCKING SNAPS.
Along with a great supporting turn from John Vernon as Brenda’s high school principal, Savage Streets is a fine addition to the exploitation genre that reach its hey day from the 70s to the late 80s. With the camp factor high, Savage Streets has all the ingredients for a perfect B-movie: low budget, rouge justice, nudity, extreme violence and plenty of fun one-liners. Check this out.
Ah, there is nothing better than watching a bootleg DVD of a famous Mickey Rourke movie. Continuing on my Mickey Rourke streak, I bought Barfly (1987), directed by Barbet Schroeder and written by the famous Charles Bukowski. This is one of the greatest movie about alcoholism I have ever seen. Rourke plays Henry Chinaski, a talented writer (much like Bukowski) who drinks in order to feel alive. Rourke is incredible, totally committing to the character with every slurring word and drunken stumble. The movie spans over a four day period, where Chinaski meets another drunk, Wanda (played to boozey perfection by Faye Dunaway), and the two seemingly have found their soul mates. However, it is unknown how long the two can hold their affair together since monogamy isn’t their strong point, especially while drinking.
Chinaski is given the opportunity to leave his drunk and poverty stricken lifestyle, because he is, in fact, a talented writer. When Tully (Alice Krige), the editor of a literary magazine offers her love and the chance to introduce him to society, Chinaski refuses and chooses to spend his days in a drunken haze, with the equally damaged Wanda, and writing the truth, which he wouldn’t be able to do if he was living in luxury.
Rourke is absolutely perfect in this movie as a drunk with unbelievable talent and intelligence. He consciously chooses this lifestyle because he feels it is more real and rewarding than using his skills to live as a rich author. Honestly, I believe this is Rourke at his most raw. He changes his speech pattern to embody the character of Henry, gained weight and sports a chipped front tooth to really lose his good looks. The fight scenes are very realistic, especially when Wanda smashes him on the back of the head.
This movie is a must see for all Rourke fans.
While researching Mickey Rourke for my upcoming paper for an NYU film conference, I have been seeking out every Rourke film I can get my hands in order to prove that he is the true practitioner for “Down and Out Cinema”.
In Michael Cimino’s remake of Desperate Hours, Rourke plays Michael Bosworth, a guy who bust out of prison and takes a family hostage so in order to wait for his true love, Nancy (played to nasty perfection by Kelly Lynch) to arrive. Oh, did I mention that Anthony Hopkins, Mimi Rodgers and Shawnee Smith are the family? AND that Elias Koteas and David Morse are in Rourke’s gang. Rourke is amazing in this movie, a unhinged mad man who lies as easily as he breathes. This movie is fucking awesome.
Again, the Rourke character helps bring about his own demise. When he has the chance to go free, he self destructs, seemingly waiting for the bitch Nancy to betray him, which costs his entire crew and himself their lives. Rourke plays such likable villains too. The best scene though is when he comes down to dinner, wearing Hopkins’ tuxedo. After being in jail for so long, Rourke’s crazy Bosworth character preaches proper manners stating, “A man is not a man unless he knows how to mix a proper martini and tie a proper bowtie”. While not the greatest movie in the world, it was really fun to see Rourke go toe to toe with Hopkins. There’s nothing I love better than a crazy, evil Rourke.