King of New York
Directed by Abel Ferrara
I am officially allowed to put weight down, which means I now have an eccentric limp to rival Verbal Kint's. Pain is still an issue so I assure you, I will still be pestering everyone with an absurd amount of movie reviews as a way to distract myself.
Frank White was recently released from prison. He dreams of being the mayor of New York. Given recent...events, this ambition doesn't shock me as much as it would have BT (Before Trump). He attempts to kill the other crime lords and provide opportunities for lower classes. Basically, he's Robin Hood, but creepier. Great, now I am picturing Christopher Walken in tights.
I don't have a whole lot to say about this one. I watched the film in a state of slight detachment. It was easy to see what the filmmakers were trying to do; it was almost like they were trying to tell a gritty, dark superhero story. I feel like in someone else's hands Frank White could have been a fascinating character. In a way, he was, but I never felt like the audience could really access who he was. Maybe that was Walken's fault...maybe it was the script.
I am rambling a bit. I suppose it was an effective film, but I really didn't enjoy my time with this one.
Wesley Snipes was living in his car during production.