20% plot to 80% vibes, a great City at Night movie, endless sad-synth-and-reverb-soaked-saxophone music, a slow drift toward a dawn that never comes, miserable low-glamour, a very sculptural sex scene, Willem Dafoe journaling in melodramatic high-noir prose, the birth of the 90s or more accurately the death of the 80s - obviously I LOVED this.
Who among us wouldn't deliver drugs to high society types if Susan Sarandon (hovering just one step out of reality through the power of camp alone) asked us nicely? I wish Jane Adams was in every movie. Just all of them.
