Captures the spirit of Bukowski's prose nicely, I suppose the fact that he wrote it helps, but most directors don't respectfully adhere to the voice of the writer the way Barbet Schroeder does here. If you're a fan of this movie, read Bukowski's novel HOLLYWOOD, in which Bukowski talks about making this movie the way only he can through his Henry Chinaski alter-ego.
Limping through the film like a shabby Bruce Willis, Mickey Rourke does a fantastic job as the erratic, sneering alter-eg of writer Charles Bukowski. The film is literally a loop, just like Henry Chinaski's booze soaked life. It's not always pretty; it's quite sleazy, but it's a fun, lively ride. Didn't like the diversion of Tally; I get the point but it didn't work. Abrupt dissolves, poorly placed score at times too
I agree with many of the other reviews on here, that Mickey Rourke 'tries too hard'. The affected manner he adopts becomes tiresome and ends up stifling his downbeat performance and natural charisma. Still, some good dialogue scenes and Faye Dunaway was an inspired casting choice.
I guess when you become that much of a drinker you don't puke up your guts or have the ax slamming down into your skull. Poetic licence and let's face it, seeing our two leads staggering about looking for the nurofen probably wouldn't have been as interesting. He spoke a good line did Mickey, but god, I'm having a bath now as I feel unclean.