Thursday, December 6, 2012

Barfly (1987)

To all my frien-n-n-n-n-nds....another movie review!
(Dang – this would have been perfect for my tribute to “addiction” movies.)

Synopsis: Heartwarming tale of two lonely people brought together by a shared pastime.

Blurb From the VHS Jacket: “Henry and Wanda aren’t exactly husband and wife. They’re wedded to their bar stools. But they do like being with each other – and the noiresque comedy Barfly captures their giddy, gin-soaked attempts to make a go of life on the skids.”

What Did I Learn?: If you’re a chronic alcoholic, it’s a good idea to eat something before you pick your 18th fistfight against the macho asshole bartender.

Really?: So wait...I can understand Tully wanting to purchase Henry’s story for her magazine, but why in the world would she offer to put him up in a multi-million dollar guest house a la Magnum PI, when it’s obvious he’s a self-destructive, violent, alcoholic scumbag? And he refuses the offer? Oh, come on...really?

Rating: Barfly is scuzzy with a capital S – fleabag apartments, dingy bars, hookers who should have retired decades earlier, and professional drunks. Written by Charles Bukowski, Barfly has some clever and genuinely funny moments, although there isn’t much of a story and the characters are anything but likeable. Oh – and Mickey Rourke tries to do a Bukowski impression and sounds like an alcoholic game show host. 7/10 stars.

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