Faintly skeevy but not without its goofy charms, like Sparks' 'Music That You Can Dance To' released the same year in '86. It ended very abruptly and generally had the sense that it had been trimmed a little too lean - I actually wanted more exposition! Still, not a bad place to spend a couple of hours of one's time down by the bayou. 2.5 stars.
Although it sometimes feels like a film pinching bits and pieces from many other, better, movies, this gets a huge boost from that patented shit-eating Quaidster grin, Ellen Barkin pairs up perfectly with him, and the supporting cast all do decent work. It also has that heat and groove that I always feel films set in New Orleans should have (rightly or wrongly).
Erm... I liked the music? And the colour scheme was very interesting. But, I found Dennis Quaid's character endlessly irritating and the male posturing wearying. The central relationship is unconvincing at best, rapey at worst, and the story just doesn't grip in the way it should. The film garners momentum when John Goodman's character shows up, but it's largely too little too late.
A bad film. Bizarrely paced and off-kilter. Horrible mix of cliches and trying to be quirky. It was a genuine, nasty surprise to find that the film -- with its wish-washy love story and unlikeable central characters -- was almost universally acclaimed. Wouldn't recommend to my worst enemy, let alone my nearest and dearest. Painted as stylish, but very unremarkable, like visiting a fancy aquarium with no fish.
Times change. I found the central sexual relationship really creepy and rapey, and couldn't ignore that discomfort. The evocation of a culture I know little or nothing about was, however, something i could watch with naive pleasure. The plot is fine. It's sort of interesting to decide that, if the film hasn't aged well, that this just reinforces the points about the moral ambiguity around the central male character.
I wasn't hugely enamoured with Jim McBride's The Big Easy. The performances are so cartoonish and camp that at times you're not really sure if it's a crime drama or a straight up comedy. Irrespective of how you categorise it, not even the underused talents of John Goodman and Ned Beatty can save a woeful script that fails wholeheartedly at attempting to portray Dennis Quaid as an endearing anti-hero.