"I don't hate cops, I just feel better when they're not around..." Henry is a hard drinking, fighting, uncouth slob whose shrunken liver is encased in a machine powered by ethanol that is made to come to life by Mickey Rourke in this gem of a film from the late 1980s. Faye Dunaway plays a perfect 'stress goddess' and co-drinker with Henry, the alcoholic poet. The gritty street scenes and back alley brawls superimposed on the gilded 'cage' of poetic and literary stardom that could be Henry's make for a great story that is somewhat biographical of the cult writer Charles Bukowski, whose life is used as a template.
I recommend this as a modern day tale of our century's Poe, with drinking, debauchery, and just great quotes abundant within.
DLC
I recommend this as a modern day tale of our century's Poe, with drinking, debauchery, and just great quotes abundant within.
DLC
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