After Hours (1985)

[Guest John Cougar Lunchbucket]

Midtown office schlub follows a flirty girl to an evening of frightening and funny downtown hijinx.

Scorcese directs. I was struggling to process what it all meant beyond a kind of affectionate and goofy celebration of the anxieties one might encounter over a night in New York.

But, you know, our hero isn't phased when when the leather-clad homos start making out next to him. In 1985. What do you think?

[Edgy MD]

It's sort of hate mail for yuppies, isn't it? You can't just be a day tripper in this world, buddy, trading on people's lives but not living one. It's like an ancient tale of a god who fell to earth and found himself in a mortal world he couldn't navigate, except Olympus is the world above Houston and earth is the world below.

Anyhow, one more movie that couldn't take place in a world of cell phones.

[RealityChuck]

Not as wild or funny as it should have been.

[Guest LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr]

He was kinda funny as a smartass corpse. Here, and in most other things I remember catching him in, he radiates "dickhead."

But they really just kinda kept running Griffin Dunne out there for a while, hoping in vain for something good to happen, didn't they? (Thanks, Dad?)

[Edgy MD]

Scorcese doesn't do wild and zany comedy. He does dark and disturbing comedy.

Even when he did the screwball comedy, with the greatest screwball in history in Jerry Lewis, he had that guy be the sap, and DeNiro be the screwb. What a sadist that guy is.