Tell us if this sounds familiar: You’ve awoken with a jerk at 2AM, alone in your fully-lit apartment and still on the couch. On TV, the credits of some random movie are scrolling by. It feels like rock bottom. But, we promise, it’s not! And we know, because we’re just like you: single.
We stay up way past our bedtime (especially on school nights), being kept company by movies we’ve seen a billion times…. until we literally can’t keep our eyes open. We know we’re not alone: maybe you need a movie to sleep to, too! So join us tonight when we pass out to After Hours (starting @ 12:35 on @MAX)
Why we’ll try to stay up and watch it: This past weekend, the L.A. Times released their list of 25 Best L.A. films of the last 25 years. If we were inclined to make a similar list about New York, After Hours would certainly be in the top-10. This is a perfect late night movie — a fever dream that gets more absurd and confusing the more tired you are. We know, it’s minor Scorsese; but it also seems like the first movie he totally had fun making. The tone is lighter than anything Scorsese had done previously (even the hilarious King of Comedy had a layer of darkness) and it all percolates with a great sense of humor. After Hours is also paced to within an inch of its life — fast and jarring cuts populate the film, a clear forebearer to the coke-fueled finale of Goodfellas.
Griffin Dunne is the lead here — he gets stuck in the Kafka-esque world of New York nightlife following a visit with girl he met in a coffee shop — and his performance is so wired and unhinged that you’ll probably lose your breath just watching him manuever; Dunne spends the film literally running from scene to scene. He’s so endearing and empathetic that eventually you just want to see him get home safe.
When we’ll probably fall asleep: As much as we like the film, it does devolve into a John Carpenter knock-off before things wrap up (complete with the cheesy synth score. We’ll probably only last until Teri Garr shows up around 1:40 and spends five minutes creeping us out with sheer insanity and a bee hive hairdo.
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