Word: rodeoing
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...innocence shading into culpability, are Hitchcockian. But John Landis' film is not a genre genuflection; it is a thoroughly modern, satanically entertaining night flight into the Zeitgeist city of the 1980s. This Los Angeles is a kingdom of chic sleaze, where every black soul gleams like Bakelite. In the Rodeo Drive boutiques, Iranian thugs and their bimbos are served champagne and caviar. Diana's brother (Bruce McGill) dresses himself and his apartment in Elvis memorabilia and drives a white Caddy bearing the legend THE KING LIVES. A shabby-genteel Brit (David Bowie) eases his gun into Ed's mouth...
...every three box-office dollars came from moviegoers paying to see Eddie Murphy. And only Eddie. In Beverly Hills Cop there is no romantic interest, no high-voltage partner, no hairpin twist of plot. This is a no-frills star vehicle, with Murphy as a Detroit police detective scouring Rodeo Drive for clues to the murder of a friend back home. The film's only function is to provide Murphy with the opportunity to work a dozen or so variations on his familiar and oddly endearing routine: top Whitey. All of white America is a classroom for Fast Eddie...
...clothing boutiques and luxury delicatessens. Some of the best bread in the city comes from II Fornaio bakery. The neighborhood supermarket. Jurgensen's, stocks fresh beluga caviar and Maui onions. Says Alain Assemi, owner of a French and Italian women's clothing boutique: "Union Street is the Rodeo Drive of San Francisco...
...lower-class immigrant. Through the hopeful eyes of its central adult characters--a young Guatemalan Indian named Enrique and his sister Rosa--we see the ultimate "American" city, Los Angeles, in a new light: for a change the focus is not on aging starlets, alienated gigolos, or the jaded Rodeo Drive crowd. The hopes dashed in this tale are of a humbler sort, concerning only survival and modest prosperity...
...42nd Street horror-movie house and, toward the end of his 94 years, a member of the New York Film Festival selection committee. Day after sweltering summer day he would sit in a cramped Manhattan screening room patiently enduring the tortuous eccentricities of directors from Rumania to Rodeo Drive. But when asked whether one of these angst marathons should appear in the festival, he would often as not growl: "Yes-if the producer agrees to cut it by 30 minutes...