Walken, the kabuki android, drifts towards New York, towards his role as Frank White. A courtesy motor from the studio. Time to prepare. The fabric of New York will be altered by his arrival, as the hubris of lateth-century London was challenged and affronted by the presence of Count Dracula, the most unwelcome of asylum seekers.
The prison has been a site of meditation, Jansenist geometry, slow and repetitive movement. Blues and greys, natural sound. A member of the Colombian cartel stumbles out of this soporific nightworld: prostitutes in various stages of undress, coke saturation, warm colours, browns, golds, pinks.
Hard edge has been leeched from the focus. Every shift from interior to exterior carries risk, a fracture in consciousness. The secrets of the city are in private rooms, clubs, expense-account restaurants. Returned to the street, the Colombian drug boss with his designer case of dirty money uses a public phone kiosk.
The culture is pre-mobile. A knife prises open the door. Shattered glass. Big close-ups. Tracking shots from the darkened window of the limo: the trash of the city, subterranea. Dope fiends, hookers, bums. Moves into Frank White mode. Acting acting. He brings the mask to life: as a mask. Droplets of blood trickling into an ice sculpture. To actor or audience.
Walken shows nothing, gives nothing. He lets the vein, the pulsing worm that decorates the side of his head, take the strain. Those thin lips twitch a rictus and immediately withdraw the gesture. Everything is half-signalled, tested; irony, possession, resignation. He is accompanied on his stately ride by twin angels of the city, the Bassinger-type languorous blonde and the sharp-eyed black girl.
Shared smoke. The prison is detached from the city. The growling Beckettian Patrick Magee is notable as a warder. The rest of the cast, choral and over-animated, could come from a Brendan Behan or Frank Norman production by Joan Littlewood. Frank White is different. He not only belongs to New York, he has ambitions to be mayor. This is not so fantastic a conceit as it appears. White identifies, body to body, with Manhattan and the boroughs. He has a Jesus complex as a starting point and he accepts, relishes the foreknowledge that he will die again.
Bent Catholicism, blood sacrifice, autistic narcissism: Walken rehearses every move against an imaginary mirror. The warped moralist as much a style zombie as Delon in late Melville initiates his own bonfire of the vanities. The results were overwhelmingly visceral: the audience forced up against secrets they would prefer to ignore. Walken is that sensitised instrument, the revenger. Sort by Date Rates Comments Random.
No blackjack no dope deals, no nothing. A nickel bag gets sold in the park, I want in. You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street. Now it's my turn. There was nothing else I could do. Most of the time they sit and they wait.
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