we really don't hear enough about The Man anymore
God I really wanted to love this film, but I just couldn't. The two leads were unimpeachable and it looked gorgeous throughout, but its manic energy failed to amount to anything at all. Far too busy to be a hangout movie, but way too baggy to be anything else. A mostly uninspired soundtrack (Bowie again? come on!) and a surprisingly conventional score from Jonny Greenwood, all in the service a series of vignettes, often strung together for a series of…
WILL SOMEONE PLEASE LET STEVE MCQUEEN MAKE THIS MOVIE
You could write a whole dissertation (maybe at NYU?) on Roadhouse, which is a swirling maelstrom of every contradiction from the Reagan Eighties. A modern western of brawn, class, sex, masculinity, and fifties rock 'n' roll nostalgia, in which small town business owners unite to violently take down big, regulatory capital? It practically writes itself.
P.S. Ben Gazzara feels like he's improvising his way through the movie Cassavetes-style. He's practically laughing to himself at the whole situation in the final showdown!