John Cope wrote:Romeo is Bleeding is awesome, thrilling, Oldman at his peak of hysteria period. For me this whole era was marked by my inclination at the time to rewatch certain things over and over, dozens of times, until I knew them by heart, every cut, every inflected line reading (I used to recite long sections of both sex, lies and Exotica to those who doubted this). It was very much a quality inherent to my late teen years, early twenties. Now, it's funny to go back to some of these pictures, not just when they don't hold up but also when they do.
I can genuinely relate to this.Romeo is Bleeding
is one of my all time faves of the period, and at the time, largely due to that
scene between the spectacular Lena Olin (and, at the risk of sounding like a lout, her thighs) and Oldman in the car. Decades later I can still storyboard that scene in my head. The whole film is overripe to a point of gleeful delirium.
My first true cable staples were DePalma's Dressed to Kill
and Body Double
. (My parents got HBO around 1980 or so, and Angie Dickenson's stand in at the beginning of Dressed to Kill
was my first visual encounter with an ample, fully nude female. The later scenes with Nancy Allen were my first exposure to garter belts and stockings. Made quite the impression after little league practice, I can assure you, and Nancy Allen actually blushed when I told her that story last year at Chiller Theatre.) I still watch each every year or so.
Other films my friends and I knew by heart and quoted from repeatedly (we practically spoke in code in mixed company through movie lines) were: Mondo New York
(esp. Dean and the Weenies' "Fuck You)," Angel Heart
, Used Cars
, After Hours
, Escape From New York
, Vampire's Kiss
, The Pope of Greenwich Village
, ("they took my thumb..."), Running Scared
("...Ipswich clams..."), Monty Python and the Holy Grail
, etc. Blue Velvet
rang our bells like nothing before, and I actually got to use it as a litmus test of sorts when the date I took to the theater despised the film. Believe it or not, HBO used to run Dead Ringers
every so often. The Addiction
and Miracle Mile
are also stellar shout-outs, with the latter featuring a solid, of the period soundtrack by Tangerine Dream.
All, with the exception of Mondo
, were staples between HBO and Cinemax back in the day if my rather hazy high school recollections are to be trusted. Not exactly neo-noirs, but this thread is far too interesting not to post in.