The Extra Mile: My movie obsession and random stupidity
I’m now up to 40 films seen this year, and at the rate I’m going, that would put me on pace for just over 100 again this year. It’s not a goal I’m aiming for (been there, done that, didn’t get a T-shirt – maybe I should), just to see good or interesting movies whenever they come up. But it’s also about maximising the spare time I have to see as many as possible, and that’s where I wonder if I do sometimes take things too far. Take for example this Sunday just gone.
The following takes place between 11:30 and 8:30 p.m. Events occur in real time. Ish.
11:30 Get in the car to drive into Cambridge. My wife is at work for the day, and her shift runs from 12:30 to 8:30. I have three choices for the day: church barbecue (but it’s the hottest day of the year, and being part ginger I can’t be out in the sun and it’s not as much fun without my wife), carry on with trying to get some work done (been doing for two days, including some on Saturday, and that’s driving me mad – need a break), or heading in to see something at the cinema. Four movies I want to see at the moment, and having done some pre-planning I think, with a fair wind and a bit of luck, I can get three of them in today.
Review: The Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans
The Pitch: “So many and so various laws are given; so many laws argue so many sins.” – John Milton, Paradise Lost
The Review: “The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heav’n of hell, a hell of heav’n.” There is no doubt that New Orleans suffered an awful tragedy both during and after Hurricane Katrina. So the decision by Werner Herzog to remake Bad Lieutenant, using no more than the concept and setting it in a post-Katrina New Orleans may at first seem a little odd. But it’s actually likely to be the most sensible thing in this film, the realism and harshness of the surroundings throwing the rest of the events into even sharper relief, and the sense of desperation and self-advancement taking on relevance, but at no time does the movie feel like it’s taking advantage of the tragedy.
“Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heaven.” The culture portrayed, though, is one that you can imagine existing both before and after the tragedy, as much of it stems from portrayals of gangs and criminal society that one would find in the Hollywood depiction of any state. Through it all, Nicolas Cage moves like a force of nature, for the first time in years allowed truly off the leash, but with a mania that’s controlled for the large part, crescendoing through the movie with satisfyingly staccato bursts of oddity.
“Still paying, still to owe. Eternal woe!” As the debts stack up and the complications grow, a well picked supporting cast play out in many ways a conventional crime movie. It’s made fairly clear up front who’s good and bad, it’s a case of bringing to justice, but that’s where things become less conventional. Driven by a need to dim his literal pain, Cage’s McDonagh works through drugs, then throws in pretty much every other vice imaginable. This allows Herzog to indulge in some drug-induced surrealism which never dominates, but sets this apart from other otherwise similar fare.
“Long is the way, and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.” Unlike the Keitel / Ferrara original, Cage suffers for a rare act of charity at the beginning, but his misbehaviour in all but one aspects of his life contrasts with his morality and his need to see justice served in the case he’s pursuing. Only a movie this screwed up would even contemplate giving characters a shot at redemption, but only a movie this screwed up could do it, be entertaining in the process and still manage to retain some ambiguity through to the satisfying conclusion. Recommended for crime-loving surrealists everywhere.
Why see it at the cinema: Iguanas. Just saying.
The Score: 9/10