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...word "emporium," insisting that my friends and I were mistakenly visiting his old billiards hang-out, "Good Time Callie's." The towering marquees, however, confirmed that we were entering the famed den of Somerville carousal and inflated Michelob paraphernalia. Before gaining admittance, I was asked to flash my driver's license, convincing the bouncer I wasn't a parentless 17-year-old in need of quenching my keno machine addiction...
...best, but Bright Lights Big City (no comma now) has a more engaging mix of substance and flash than any other musical so far this dismal season. Goodman's adaptation, quite faithful to the novel, follows Jamie (nameless in the book though called Jamie in the 1988 movie starring Michael J. Fox) from his dreary job as a fact checker for a snooty, New Yorker-style magazine through his debauched, drug-addled all-nighters on the New York club circuit. It fleshes out, via flashbacks, his fashion-model ex-wife, with whom he's still obsessed, and his mother, whose...
...fiasco begins as Tim O'Hara (Jeff Daniels) is driving home in his beat-up, smoking car after sabotaging his news reporting career by unintentionally flirting with the boss's daughter (Elizabeth Hurley). Suddenly, a flash of light illuminates the sky, and he slams on the brakes. A spacecraft has landed on the nearby Enter Martian--a red, three-eyed creature who sees O'Hara recovering from the shock and, realizing he has landed on planet earth, chews on a piece of blue gum enabling him to transform into Christopher Lloyd. Grace, the spoiled boss's daughter whose glossy lipstick...
...what are you? The next Mr. Quentin Tarantino? Probably not: Ritchie's idea of film pizazz is to dip into his TV commercials bag of fast-mo, slo-mo and stop-mo, until you may cry out, "No mo'." The movie is frolicsome but pushy, the triumph of flash over style. But for narrative savvy and direction of actors, Ritchie is up there with...
...pays our cover charge of seven dollars each; we take small, red tickets and ascend the staircase to the top Kong. "I gave him a 20 and he gave me back 13!" she whispers to me. We come upon a dance club pulsing to hip-hop beats; disco lights flash and swirl spastically. In the corner above the packed dance floor stands the deejay booth ornamented by two gilt Chinese dragons. The mythical beasts seem to stare at us knowingly, disapproving of such trespass. Suddenly, my friend turns to me and shouts above the music, "Where's my sweater...