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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
Downtrodden writer Henry and distressed goddess Wanda aren't exactly husband and wife: they're wedded to their bar stools. But they like each other's company- and Barfly captures their giddy, gin-soaked attempts to make a go of life on the skids.
I just finished reading Bukowski’s Factotum so felt it was an appropriate time to check out this film penned by the man himself. Like his novels, there isn’t much of a plot here. Henry Chinaski stumbles around town, getting drunk at bars and picking fights. That is practically it. Yet it’s still endearing to watch. Henry’s misanthropic view on society makes him easy to root for amid a slew of chauvinistic men, rundown buildings and the juxtaposition of the bright skies of California. Despite not having much of an inner monologue like on the page, Henry still comes out with great lines of dialogue, often depressing but always achingly true. He connects with another lost soul in Faye Dunaway’s Wanda…
When reading Bukowski or watching a Bukowski movie, the on hand cocktail should always be a boilermaker. There are different schools of thought when preparing a boilermaker, but I lean towards Bukowski's way: drink some whiskey and a beer separately.
Bukowski (or Chinaski) would sometimes drink his whiskey with ice and water – I urge my fellow drunks to not follow this method. Keep it at room temperature. Whiskey tastes fucking magical without diluting it's flavor with water. I bet Bukowski didn't drink the recommended 8 cups of H20 a day, so I will forgive this.
Some people will drink the whiskey in a single shot. This is also an ill advised step. You ever watch Mad Men? A classy…
'Do I dare drink without prerogative? Such resolve is not mine to claim.
Forgive me Lord for I became frightened and drank with greed, only to keep you at a distance, therefore do not judge the perpetually inebriated state of mine; I drank, I coaxed divinity with my flattering drunken charms; I persuaded authority to allow me to make myself a drunk.' - Local Folk Song
Mickey Rourke becomes Charles Bukowski the first instance that the camera captures his ruffled portrayal, and the actor is gone; replaced by the 'laureate of American lowlife' (a title bestowed upon Bukowski by Time Magazine).
Our destitute and achingly lonely writer is shown shifting from one menial job to another, not finding any respite…
I just finished seeing this movie in a state of drunken intoxication..For the record i never glorify any of the vices in our day to day life but Alcohol sometimes is a long lost friend; it helps me to forget for a period of time all of my problems in life.There is nothing wrong with losing all our inhibitions; it brings truth out into the forefront.I mean that is the manner in which a human being is supposed to be..He is not hiding behind some facade of lies.
21 years before he delivered a worthy comeback performance in the Wrestler, Mickey Rourke was one of the rising stars and if you want to see what he is capable of just…
I could say some smart shit about this movie, but I was drunk while I watched it. Was watching it, I mean...were watching it?
If this life can be a character I'd love it to be Henry. Was that a performance by an actor? I mean, Mickey Rourke was walking on the scenes like a fuckin God.
It's weird to see 1980's Mickey Rourke when he was a young, sexy dude. This soft spoken, baby-face was somehow almost amazing in his role as Chuck Bukowski's alter ego, Henry Chinaski. He had this walk, and a certain drift in his speech that gleefully portrayed a very drunk asshole.
This movie somehow manages to capture the essence of Bukowski's 'the beauty of being a loser is that your will remains uncompromised' poetry, making it an atypical existential misfit film.
And the lighting was great.
Henry (Mickey Rourke) is a drunk who doesn't seem to do much except get into fights and not pay for his drinks. The film felt a bit like that to me.
Another strange one.
Mickey Rourke is great in it, though. As is Faye Dunaway.
If it wasn't for Rourke, though, this would have sank like a stone. He nails Bukowski and his words, with some great dialogue.
But, even with that, I found myself rolling my eyes at some points. It doesn't wear out its welcome, but it does like to riff on the same stuff over and over.
Jack Nance was a pleasant surprise. Hardly seen him in anything outside of David Lynch.
I am interested in reading more of his books, though. And also rewatching Factotum, which I caught years ago on TV and really enjoyed.
I feel like this is the film that pushed Mickey Rourke over the top and he never recovered. Definitely the darkness of Bukowski captured in this role without it becoming too forced. I laughed just as hard as the first time.
Doing a rewatch now that I've finished reading Bukowski's "Hollywood". It certainly changed a few scenes for me, that's for sure.
2016 movie viewings, #20. I can't believe it took me this long to finally see this classic about lumpen* proletariats, written by famed author Charles Bukowski based on his real life as a Los Angeles skid-row alcoholic in the 1960s and '70s. (*"Lumpen" -- not just those who are non-contributing members of society, but those who are INCAPABLE of being contributing members of society -- the mentally ill, the addicted, the disabled, etc.) A movie mired in controversy and hard feelings among all involved, it provides a definitive answer to the question, "Why do alcoholics bother drinking in bars in the first place, when they could do so much more cheaply at home?;" because at its heart, just like all…
Mickey Rourke's performance was pretty hammy, but the film captured the essence of Bukowski perfectly. Everyone was utterly reprehensible but there was a certain beauty to it all. The choreography for the fight scenes was terrible, it was poorly lit, and it felt like an 80s sitcom at times, but somehow it still felt right. Faye Dunaway was great.
I was a little disappointed with this as I was expecting something more and I find some of Rourke's later performances to be better but still there are some truly great moments and it is a good depiction of alcoholism and the tortured artist. Dunaway was brilliant as always. Strangely, despite its subject matter, it strays away from ever being depressing.
I think what Mickey Rourke was going for here with his way of talking was "scuzzy Snagglepuss".
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Originally a list made prior to Cannes 2014, now updated every mid-April.
This is every Palme d'Or nominee since the…