Every film Roger Ebert has given a four-star rating. This is an ongoing project.
Gambler. Thief. Junkie. Killer. Cop.
While investigating a young nun's rape, a corrupt New York City police detective, with a serious drug and gambling addiction, tries to change his ways and find forgiveness.
Mr. White as a cop living on the mother fucking edge. Blow. Bo fuckin' Dietl. A smart bet. Baseball. A street pharmacist. Crack is whack. Naked dancing. Flaccid Harvey. A convenience store shakedown. A despicable-horrific-sad-face act of violence. Darryl fuckin' Strawberry. Stealing from the dead. Chicks in penguin suits. A nude nun. Jersey bad girls. A serious question. Extreme-chicken-chokin'. Fuck you cassette player! Holy communion. Yummy wafers! Sad confessions. Not giving a flyin' fuck who you snort coke in front of. Nightclub action. Playing dumb. Uncontrolable laughter. An empty threat. China fuckin' White. Real fuckin' justice. Holy fuckin' hallucinations. Some real good shit. The way Harvey says cocksucker. The bus. Checking out for good. Harvey fuckin' Keitel blows it out…
Less a narrative than an examination of the depths of redemption, Bad Lieutenant takes an unlikable asshole and asks us how much we can take before we want him dead. Harvey Keitel's Lieutenant is a complete monster, a walking pharmacy cabinet, and, besides a strikingly inane suburban side-life, has nothing redeeming about him. We're treated to increasingly detestable episodes that showcase his brutality, hubris, and utter nihilism until there's seemingly no deeper he can sink.
The showcasing of his banal domestic life seems to be director Abel Ferrara's indication that most, if not all, of LT's woes are of his own causing. He mistakes self-destruction for pride. He thinks himself untouchable, even as he becomes more and more erratic. It…
Managed to bring this to a screening at my local (student) film club, on 35mm even, and counting me we were 15 people there. Good times.
Good times were not what Harvey Keitel's cop was going through. Penned by Ferrara himself, together with Zoe Lund, star of Ferrara's earlier Ms. 45, this is a pure, unadulterated downward spiral into the deepest darkest corners of a rotten soul. Keitel pours every inch (yes, literally) of himself into the part, and his cathartic climax is brutal. He's never better than here, in my view.
He's not backed up by much, though, the rest of the cast are more extras than anything else, although the "drug buddy" pretty much nails it.
The pacing isn't all that either, and if it's fun you're looking for, you want Herzog's "remake", not this.
The ending has never sat right with me, and the women tonight really didn't care for it.
Pretty sure I disliked this at the time, probably for the same reason I like it now: Nothing but downward spiral, plus one agonized act of forgiveness. The early, iconic scene in which Lt. Bad staggers around naked, his face a mask of pain, arguably does more harm than good—it's certainly arresting and memorable (so much so that it became the primary marketing image), but it overwhelms what's otherwise a remarkably flat, almost procedural portrait of ingrained vice. I liked Herzog's "remake," too, but try to imagine Nicolas Cage just zipping up his pants and silently walking back to his car after forcing those two girls to perform for him; that there isn't even a sardonic "You ladies drive…
I don't wanna talk about it.
'Where were you? Where the fuck were you? WHERE WERE YOU?'
A very apt movie title. Harvey Keitel is a police Lieutenant, and he is in fact bad. I actually prefer the Werner Herzog remake, but both films are very different. Bad Lieutenant is a more straightforward drama, whereas Port of Call is darkly comic.
Feels very Scorsese-influenced, even down to the Catholic guilt, but without Scorsese's good taste. That's a good thing because sometimes good taste is the enemy of art. This is crazy, powerful trash/exploitation filmmaking.
The explosive man hits us this time with a relentless character study, assisted by a master-class from Harvey Keitel – and its worth remembering. This was a movie of two people – the actor and the director. The actor put in a flawless performance, the director gives him his space; the actor gets stoned, the director designs the camera; it’s like a film created by two people in total synchronization. There are layers to Keitel’s performance that keep you glued to the screen – he plays a 24*7 zapped hot-headed lonely gambler cop – and how he carries that role is for all to see and be amazed. The director took a leap of faith by letting his character occupy…
Drunk, high, crying and a full frontal nude Jesus pose. Just the way I like my Keitel.
"You gotta say something! Something! You fuck, you fucking stand there and you want me to do every fucking thing! Where were you? Where the fuck are you? Where were you? Where the hell were you? I... I... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! I did so many bad things. I'm sorry. I tried to do... I try to do the right thing, but I'm weak, I'm too fucking weak. I need you to help me"
After watching the terrible remake with actual cokehead Nicholas Cage then watching the original, I think I know which one is better. The original.
Harvey Keitel is a better bad lieutenant, because he is actually bad and not fucking insane like Cage is. Keitel does his best performance ever, a fantastic example of this is the scene when he hallucinates and talks to Jesus Christ. Such a powerful scene, both physically and metaphorically.
Anybody that shoots his car radio can't be all bad.
Despite everything this movie contains, I find myself fixating on that sequence where Harvey Keitel shoots his car radio, notices someone watching, and then flips on his siren & drives off, as if that would explain to the bystander why he shot his radio. I think my mind's treating that moment like a safe haven where it doesn't have to dwell on Keitel's sad naked Jesus Christ pose or Keitel assaulting those two women (& wordlessly zipping up when finished) or Keitel desperately trying to justify his double-or-nothing bets or Keitel nodding off in the corner as Zoe Lund drops some serious junkie knowledge or Keitel leering at the raped nun's naked body or even Keitel in the wake of his spiritual epiphany as he shuffles down the sidewalk, resigned to his fate.
If it wasn't for Harvey Keitel's performance, I would have given this film half a star less. Keitel's character(a crooked cop),bets thousands on baseball, drinks like a fish, and does drugs- A LOT OF DRUGS!. A gritty movie with a weak script.While it's inevitable what will happen in the end,it's also abrupt. This is my first time watching an Abel Ferrara film but not my last. Next on the watchlist "Body Snatchers"
Ferrara's most formally rigorous masterpiece finds transcendence in the grit, rather than just wallowing in it. The sparse, nonjudgmental long-shot compositions bring to mind names like Bresson and Antonioni, and the film's radically moral, shattering conclusion bears such references out by offering an imaginative kind of quasi-remake of The Passenger's spiritually attuned penultimate shot. Yet the end result is pure New York, pure Ferrara: a mixture of artifice and documentary, a vampiric purging of the endlessly desiring soul trapped in a feeble body that can no longer support it. There's never been a film quite like this one, nor a performance quite as soul-baring as Keitel here.
I have watched Bad Lieutenant so many times over the years. Since I was 17 years old I have probably watched this Film over 200 times. I always return to it when I want to witness spectacular method acting by Harvey Keitel. When I was younger Bad Lieutenant made me want to join the Marine Corps because of the main characters macho attitude and tatoo. I also wanted to get a Crown Victoria and drive around. The only thing that I didn't want to emulate from this Film is the Crack Smoking. Sure that might be good for some, but the morality of this screenplay shows just how bad and ugly that can be. When I watched recently I found…
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