If you dislike screen violence, move on.
Nothing you want to see here.
Seriously.
In King of New York almost
all of it happens at night — what you would expect from a noirish film like
this. Night fell on the screenplay and couldn’t get up. Last
Man Standing is late afternoon to sunset, orange-gold overlays a world of
endless dust, appropriate for a near-noir film. In both movies, there’s lots of guns and lots
of blood.
Though King has a
remarkably talented supporting cast — Lawrence
Fishburne, David Caruso, Wesley Snipes and a brief appearance by
Steve Buscemi — there is no doubt Christopher Walken is The King of New York. Walken ‘s character is cold-blooded and
charming, crazy as a loon and despite his last, heartfelt and determined
humanitarian attempt he fails to redeem his life of serious and gruesome
criminality. The machine moves on. Directed by Abel Ferrara, the visually, but brutally striking film prompted
some audience members at its premiere to walk out. Filmed in 1996, it is one of few relatively
recent films to meet the exacting standards of what constitutes noir. There is no hope.
I’ve never seen
Bruce
Willis give a bad performance.
He is
solid here as well, but something is missing.
Arthur Hill has admittedly and
respectfully taken the story from
Akira
Kurosawa’s Yojimbo and it was
also inspired, some say, by
Dashiell
Hammett’s work,
The Glass Key and
Red Harvest. A corrupt town is
cleaned up by one tough and unrelenting gunslinger. Director Hill, mines the
gold of his Western-movie roots.
He
brings prohibition-era gangsters into a wild west town. Willis’ success in
going up against impossible odds has less to do with an extraordinary
intelligence but rather his ability to fire two guns at the same time. I
believe Hopalong Cassidy and Roy Rogers had this skill as well. But things were
not nearly so bloody in their dramas. And we are not sure whether the main character
is going against the odds, risking his life in the cause of justice or because
he was disrespected. Early on, we’re promised the appearance of a
super-gangster. Throughout the first half of the film, we (maybe just me) can’t
wait for the meeting of the super good guy and the super bad guy, who we know
by process of elimination, has to be played by Christopher Walken.
Walken’s surprisingly restrained performance
is adequate here.
Given such a pivotal
role, though, he’s not been given much to work with and the let-down is
inevitable.
The movie is worthwhile
entertainment, but it seems to me,
Last
Man falls well short of its potential. In the end, the most interesting
character is the ineffectual sheriff played by
Bruce Dern.
If you are staying in, this is definitely a hard liquor
night. I’d save King of New York for last to savor Walken’s incredible performance. Nobody does crazy as well.
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