Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics!
Allow me the gritty, vile, volatile angelic city pleasure of chauffeuring you around the deep, dark blue, dirty streets where fallen angels congregate, despondent cop husbands and their disillusioned wives mate, where Eldon Perry's detecting skills are first fstars rate, where it's not the anti-hero, but his hero-hero partner who meets a grim, bloody fate, though Perry is a bent, crooked man, Kurt plays the role
straight, he's the cop you both root the fstars for and love to hate, his
daddy, with bullets, built this town and the strong, long, wrong arm of the
law, Eldon will dictate, he invites his workmate over for a cauldron of goulash
after a blackmail cache, racial backlash, and bloody bags of dirty cash, though
a bold statement, I am not being daft nor rash when I proclaim, with no shame,
that this is Kurt fstar Russel's greatest performance, in the sea of dirty cop
cinema, he makes a hell of a godda** splash.
For your 39th episode, I review one of my most enjoyed corrupt cop on the take
with a lack of remorse, but such oodles of conviction he stays the course, this
is a slick cop owning every scene in this slick flick, a flick devoid of boring
scenes but rife with visuals and cautionary tales of a man destroyed, drinking
away his pain and slaying street urchins to fill his own deep, dirty, demonic
void, my only question for a man who drinks beers at lunch and a bottle of
scotch in the godd*** office, well within sight of colleagues and superiors
alike--how the fstars is he still employed? It is not my recommendation that
you tussle with Kurt fstars Russell, for in this role as Eldon Perry, he proves
time and again he is fstars scary.
This flick flickers
resplendently in a vast galaxy of gritty cop-in-Los-Angeles or other corrupt
major municipality crime films: Training Day, Street Kings, Narc, End of Watch, Pride and
Glory, Triple 9, the list remains as
long as Perry's digest of slurs, aspersions and slanderous remarks, but what
this flick has is a gripping central performance from Kurt in a leather jacket
and black T-shirt who does not shy from damaging, delivering, doling and dishing
out hurt, for he operates not within the confines of the law, but its
outskirts, and while his partner Bobby participated in some dark blue deeds,
with Perry, in concert, while other films, such as Training Day, chose a violent, obvious ending overt, this film
tries harder, makes the ending land darker, and makes you think about what you
witnessed a little longer, your memory will last stronger, for it's the moral
fibers in the law cloth that Kurt will avert, skirt or pervert so that when he
addresses his blood and blue family, confesses his litany of sins, his ending
tastes sweet-- like a just dessert.
I offer you: Pick 39: Slick Flick Pick: Dirty Cash, Racial Backlash and Goulash--City of Racially Entangled Angels (Quieting Corruption, Disquieting Disruption and Rioting Eruption); (Dark Blue, 2002)
Today, we discuss--the high blood alcohol tolerance
of a middle-aged L.A. cop who drinks liquor in his car, the police station, at
home, the strip club, his bosses office and at every crime scene shop and stop
along the way to his next greased palm, bribe or payday, he is delighted to pay
the 900 number bill as confirmation his sole son ain't gay, he makes his wife
read a brutally blunt letter, but it is not that revelation but some
bottom-shelf whiskey that makes Eldon feel better, was his home paid for in
dirty, dark blue cash or does he remain a debtor, perhaps when he gets out of
the slammer, he will trade in his leather jacket for a sweater, with snapping
money shot photos, he seemed a real go-getter, maybe his next career, he can be
a private investigator procuring and sending out blackmail night letters.
- Your worthwhile cinephile: Falsetto Prophet
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla
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