Saturday, May 12, 2007

Not Economically Viable

I can't sleep. It's light out and I don't know whether to pop a Valium, brew a pot of coffee, or both.
I went out drinkin' earlier with one of the old 7DA 40 oz. Crew kids who's out here in DC now. I got home, fell asleep on the couch, woke up a couple of hours later around midnight, watched a movie, went to bed, starred at the ceiling for a couple of hours, gave up, and decided to blog about the movie I watched earlier. Here you go:

I was flipping through the cable channels after 1AM trying to find something to watch while I got ready for bed - Mostly crap and soft-core skin flix. I decided to watch the beginning of "Falling Down" while I finished my nightly routine - I got stuck. I own the DVD and have seen the movie several times before, but every time I start to watch it I get sucked in and just can't stop watching it - It's like catnip for white guys. is a truly brilliant film. It is one of the few films that deals with modern alienation and grown-up angst in a way that doesn't come off as preachy or pretentious. There are a ton of great indie-films that deal with similar subject matter (Taxi Driver, Dead Man, Requiem For a Dream, etc.), but none capture the fragility of sanity so succinctly.
The entire film is about the desolation of everyday life and those that endure and those who don't. The detective (Robert Duvall) has just as much misery and strife in his life as does D-FENS (Michael Douglas), but manages to hold it together. Even the secondary characters are downtrodden caricatures that seem to be holding on to the last strands of sanity.
Douglas portrays the anti-hero perfectly, and you can't help but sympathize with him in his war against the everyday world. There's just something about this movie that plays to the amoral revenge-against-the-world fantasies of the viewer. I'm not sure if that's "good", but it makes for great film.

What amazes me is that such a great movie came from the director of the rubber-nipples-era Batman movies and the writer of the "Car 54, Where are You?" movie. How the fuck did that happen? Or have I just been suckered in by another Hollywood "Death Wish" crap flick that just plays to the base emotions of working-stiff white folks?
You tell me.


The Old Dog said...

I love that movie! I always forget about, then am reminded about it, then want to see it again, forget about...

Michael K said...

I know that if I was forced to live down writing the Car 54 movie I might develop a few revenge fantasies. Let us all hope the guy who wrote "Weekend at Bernie's 3" is never able to own a gun.