“There's death everywhere these days... But what gives human life its worth, anyway? Because someone loves it, hates it? The flesh is weak... Only the soul is immortal.”
A descent into raving, satanic, black magic madness. From Brooklyn to New Orleans, sat quietly in the back pew of a church, at a table in a side street a café, dancing madly in the blood and the dirt, walking through Times Square, injecting the needle...evil eyes blaze. Ever present, salting the egg, waiting to clean its messy accounts.
Performances can’t really get more charming than Mickey Rourke’s here. A perfect, eerie, haunting noir, Angel Heart was a lingering blind spot for me for far too long and has been catipulted into top 20 contention for me at least.