Word: cops
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Lieutenant is sulfur. Ferrara's fifth film, about a New York City police officer (Keitel again) caught in a toxic vortex of drugs, sex and gambling, has been rated NC-17. Two scenes are indelibly repellent. In one, a nun is raped in a church; in the other, the cop viciously and pathetically humiliates two teenagers with verbal sexual abuse. The movie, a lapsed Catholic's anguished prayer for last-minute salvation, says the cop is so addicted to sin he can't enjoy it. "Vampires are lucky," observes the cop's junkie girlfriend (co-screenwriter Zoe Lund). "They...
...CHARACTERS LIKE John Berlin (Andy Garcia) before: the big-city cop who has burned out his marriage, his career and his spirit in his obsessive, | hopeless pursuit of justice. Now his brother-in-law and sometime partner Freddy (Lance Henriksen) has helped him get what is supposed to be a nice quiet job on a small-town police force in Northern California...
...Withnail & I a few years ago, develops his material. Jennifer 8 (the first victim was named Jennifer) is a classic whodunit, with clues fairly laid out (often visually) and the suspense tightening as pursuer and pursued draw closer together. It is also a persuasive portrayal of an increasingly tense cop community (John Malkovich contributes a tough, scary FBI interrogator grilling Berlin when false suspicion focuses on him). Finally, aided immeasurably by the great Conrad Hall's darkly foreboding cinematography, the film is terrific to look at. This director has a real gift for rendering gloomy provinciality in subtle imagery...
Friedkin has always been interested in the thin line between the police officer and the criminal. He mentioned his film "To Live and Die in L.A." "I want to demythify the cop's life, the notion that all cops, because they have badges, are good guys...
...heads in rumpled baseball caps reading "Brown" and "Tufts" and "UVM" and "Exeter" and "Bowdoin"--all wandering the banks of the Charles, eating sausages, buying T-shirts, watching boats. They were all our guests. And we made the annual sacrifices. Like having to be cleared by a smug Harvard cop before entering our own houses. Like being allowed only one visitor--Harvardian or not--in our dorm rooms. Like giving up the right to have alcohol delivered. So as Harvard cop cars followed the Blanchard's liquor store van around preventing them from bringing us alcohol, we just sucked...