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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.
This is a hundred thousand times better than You're the Worst. Bukowski wins me over on this one.
Wow this is a master class in acting although the story feels a bit like it came straight from theatre. It really is a great watch .
It's been a long time since I've seen this, much longer than any of my other 10/10 films, because it's never had a US DVD release and my superannuated VCR (redundancy) refuses to play my videotape copy. So when I found it streaming tonight, I was a little apprehensive about a re-watch. I was afraid I might not love it anymore.
I'm happy to report that my fears were groundless, though my affection for it might not make sense to other viewers. I think you have to be, or have been, an alcoholic to really get this movie. And not just an alcoholic, but the kind of borderline-homeless, can't-keep-a-job boozer that Mickey Rourke's Henry Chinasky is. Prob'ly most normal people…
I like Bukowski a lot so was up for this film that has become fairly hard to find in recent years. It an OK say in the life ramble that is chaotic in way fans of the author will recognise. Dunaway is good. Rourke seems to be channeling Brando through Dylan's vocal chords and his performance always seems like acting, but at least he doesn't try to polish it up too much. It did make me appreciate Dillon in Factotum who gives a considerably more natural performance.
God damn this is a good film. Totally believable as a drunk out of his mind sort of lad. its akin to leaving Las Vegas. Another brilliant movie that you need to get down to watching if you haven’t. Alot darker though so be prepared
i loved rourkes movements and speech and he seemed to have a witty one liner for every moment. People Like that really do exist in the world and they've got some classy classy stories.
Hes the sort of dude i'd love to sit down for an hour but an hour really wouldn’t be enough.
the music, the feeling even right down to the ambulance guys.
iv never properly written a review for a movie... This is a first and ill definitely be re-watching this
Theres actually NOTHING wrong with this movie
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.
Originally a list made prior to Cannes 2014, now updated every mid-April.
This is every Palme d'Or nominee since the…