Synopsis: A literary agent in New York begins to think he has turned into a vampire.
Appraisal: Brilliant. And funny. And more than a little disturbing, once one realizes what it is ultimately about, hints of which can be perceived in various instances throughout the film, for example in the taxi driver's speech, which clarifies the 'misfiling' theme: love is love, work is work, sex is sex. "How can someone misfile something?", Peter shouts to his therapist, but can human emotions really be isolated from one another? It also signals, right from the opening shots of building tops evoking huge fangs pointing upwards, that it can also be taken as a dissection of New York at its most businesslike - probably one of the few places where someone can go completely crazy in a bathroom and all an unnoticed witness will assume is that he is practicing for his acting classes. Like American Psycho did a decade later, it establishes a relation between the big city's dehumanization and mental illness. The leading performance is intelligently attentive to the role's needs; kudos also for the actress playing the secretary.
Rating: 77
Ranking: 17th in my favorites for 1989.
Friday, January 26, 2007
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