Showing posts with label Quentin Tarantino. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Quentin Tarantino. Show all posts

Sunday, October 9, 2016

Love Conquers All | True Romance (1993)

Getting blown on the road when the cops show up.
Dir. Tony Scott

A quintessential 90s film, True Romance offers a gritty alternative to the wholesome grunginess of contemporaneous movies like Reality Bites (1994) and Singles (1992).

Written by Quentin Tarantino, True Romance is a launchpad for the legendary body of work that will follow his seminal directorial stint with Reservoir Dogs (1992), released the year prior. Though he’s not in the director’s chair in this instance, Tarantino literally writes himself into the character of protagonist Clarence Worley (Christian Slater), with his professed love for comic books, Sonny Chiba kung-fu flicks, and a geekiness that belies a violent predisposition.

Tony Scott delivers a visually attractive film, the exterior sequences of snow-kissed Detroit being a prime example of how the utterly drab is rendered somehow compelling. As part of his star-filled cast, Brad Pitt—who plays the ultimate, couch-bound stoner, Floyd—is enjoying a meteoric rise to stardom, in between his roles in A River Runs Through It (1992) and Interview with the Vampire (1994).

Not to be outdone, Hollywood veterans Dennis Hopper (as cop-dad Clifford Worley) and Christopher Walken (as mobster Vincenzo Coccotti) flex serious acting chops. Hopper’s Sicilian monologue, while skirting the line of what’s considered offensive, is a classic moment in indie film.

Reformed, one-time prostitute, Alabama Whitman (Patricia Arquette) shines as half of the anti-romantic couple that is the focus of Tarantino’s version of a (blood-drenched) love story. As Alabama’s new love, Worley takes it upon himself to liberate her from her pimp, the dreadlocked drug-dealer Drexl Spivey (Gary Oldman), a cut-throat wigger of entertainingly psychotic proportions.

True to form, Samuel L. Jackson enjoys another all-too-brief cameo. As two-bit criminal Big Don, he gets shot and killed in the same scene he first appears in.

Playing the gold-suit-wearing ghost of Elvis, Val Kilmer turns in a creepy performance, appearing to Worley in mirrors and egging him on to violence. The motif continues with Worley adopting gold Elvis shades and later naming his first-born after the iconic rock and roller.

It’s part and parcel of the snide humor that abounds, in particular surrounding the Hollywood players who Worley’s friend, Dick Ritchie (Michael Rapaport), as an actor trying to make it in L.A., is keen to impress.

The result is the ultimate coke deal gone bad. The buyer, Lee Donowitz (Saul Rubinek), is a ludicrously over-the-top Hollywood producer, but it’s his assistant Elliot Blitzer (Bronson Pinchot) who gets busted. After getting pulled over for swerving—due to getting a blowjob while driving—Blitzer gets in a petty fight with his girlfriend, who, refusing to hide his cocaine from the cops, sends the bag of uncut blow powdering indelibly across his face.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Bros, Broads and Blood | GOODFELLAS (1990)

Don't tell mama about the body in the trunk.
Dir. Martin Scorsese

Being such a character-driven genre piece, there’s much to love about re-watching Goodfellas, with its smattering of brilliant performances from an all-star cast, if there ever was one to wax nostalgic about.

Making an appearance just long enough to get whacked, skinny-ass Samuel L. Jackson’s cameo as Stacks Edwards is fantastic as it is bloody and brief. The real heavyweights here, though, are Paul Sorvino and drama queen Loraine Bracco, each pouring forth raw talent at opposite ends of the spectrum, the former delivering a quiet tour-de-force as mob boss Paulie Cicero and the latter playing Karen Hill, a tightly-wound mafia wife driven to high hysterics by her husband’s besmirched career path.

That gangster is Henry Hill, played by Ray Liotta, a pretty-boy ruffian with the bluest eyes who serves as the perfect foil to partners-in-crime, James Conway (Robert de Niro) and Tommy DeVito (Joe Pesci). Not only does the trio condone the gory requirements of their profession, they appear to enjoy it, an unnerving trait in characters with so much simpatico. 

The supporting cast provides a human tapestry over which the story weaves through, with stellar turns delivered by Martin’s mother, Catherine Scorsese, as the universal Italian mom, Illeana Douglas popping in as the doe-eyed gangster girlfriend, Rosie, and especially Debbi Mazar as top coke bitch, Sandy, who knows a thing or two about chopping up and packing blow.

Throw in the accents of Queens, New York, and the gaudy-chic style of the late '70s / early '80s and you’ve got not just an undying cult classic, but a true-ringing sociological study of a time and place that will come to exert great influence on subsequent generations of filmmakers such as Quentin Tarantino.