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...scary blandness by Greg Kinnear) was a sex addict who enjoyed having his erotic acts recorded on video by a technician (Willem Dafoe) who often joined Crane in four-way frolics. As a cut-rate American satyr, Crane was Hugh Hefner without the mansion or the moves. And Paul Schrader's clinical docu-comedy is as grim as an autopsy after an electrocution...
Earnhardt was seconds from the finish line when the first contact was made--with Sterling Marlin's car. It didn't seem a big thing, although Marlin would receive death threats in the week ahead. No. 3 veered right, plowed into the wall and slid back just as Ken Schrader's car broadsided it. The crash was undramatic. Ironhead had survived much worse...
...films of the "auteurs" of the last century, one will find collaboration as a foundational ingredient. Fellini, Bergman, Hitchcock, Scorsese, etc.: all have been able to create collaborations between artists of singular vision (What would Fellini be without Giulietta Masina? What would Scorsese be without the great screenplays of Schrader and Pileggi?) The genius of these directors comes from their powers of orchestration and coordination. In general, films are mass conglomerations of talent and effort; cast and crew combine to produce a finished product under the direction of a guiding force...
Frank's desperation will remind some people of Taxi Driver--and, indeed, the movies share the same director, the same screenwriter (Paul Schrader) and the same ambiance (New York's night streets, teeming with hookers and junkies, quickened with the threat of sudden, pointless death). There is also, of course, the same sort of harsh yet slightly fantastical realism and the same sort of antisocial protagonist, who thinks his life might be justified if he could just leave these hellish streets behind. The fact that Frank's vantage point is, like Travis Bickle's, a moving vehicle (in Frank...
...screenwriter (Taxi Driver) and director (Patty Hearst), Schrader specializes in people spiraling into madness; for him it is their purest, most photogenic state. Affliction dawdles over small-town life: lots of boozy bonhomie and dazed snarling. The raging losers here often seem like sullen stereotypes. We could also have done without Nolte's self-crucifixion scene. But the actor finds truth in Wade's emotional clumsiness, in the despair of a man who hasn't the tools or the cool to survive. There are too many of these men in life, and not enough films that tell their sad tales...