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Remember this from Talladega Nights?
Well, in Ricky Bobby terms: If you don't love The Pope of Greenwich Village then fuck you.
I'll get to your guys' oobatz shit later. First, I'm just going to run through my main thoughts.
- Growing up, this movie was like the mythical land of Atlantis, it was like a cinematic unicorn. Other than Bruce Lee movies, this is my dad's all-time favorite movie. Raising an obsessed movie nerd of a son, he'd often point me in the direction of movies he remembered liking. "You ever see Angels With Dirty Faces?" "No, Dad, what's that?" Fast-forward and I've seen 95% of James Cagney's films. "Have you ever seen Boys Town?" "No, Dad, is it good?" Fast-forward and I've seen almost everything Spencer Tracy, aka the GOAT actor not named Robert De Niro, ever did. Similarly, every once in a while, my dad would ask me if I'd seen The Pope of Greenwich Village and I'd always say no. It was never on HBO or Cinemax when I was growing up; it wasn't at any of the Blockbusters, Hollywood Videos, or Best Buys near my house; and Amazon wasn't really a thing yet. I had no options, no recourse. It was just out there, this mythical film that my dad was always talking about. Then, finally, once Amazon was a big thing and most studios had released their shit on DVD, my dad bought me The Pope of Greenwich Village and my movie life was finally whole.
- The first time I watched it, Mean Streets instantly came to mind. And, having caught Cubo's theme bug, I decided to turn this week into another theme week double-header and watched both Mean Streets and The Pope of Greenwich Village. From I Vitelloni to Mean Streets, so it goes from Mean Streets to The Pope of Greenwich Village. Mickey Rourke is the Harvey Keitel character (their characters even have the same fucking name!) and Eric Roberts is the Robert De Niro character. There are differences, of course. Keitel's Charlie is a religious nut obsessed with penance while Rourke's Charlie is just a hustler with a secular sense of honor and duty and De Niro's Johnny Boy is a self-destructive piece of human dynamite while Roberts' Paulie is an arrogant and naive goofball with delusions of grandeur. But the relationship between the two leads is virtually identical and the narrative beats are of a piece, as well. Mean Streets is the superior film for a lot of reasons, but what The Pope of Greenwich Village has over Mean Streets is charm. Keitel's Charlie is a self-righteous jackass and Johnny Boy is an insufferable tornado of chaos, but Rourke's Charlie is so cool and so slick and Roberts' Paulie is so sweet and so funny; the two leads in Mean Streets can go fuck themselves, but the two leads in The Pope of Greenwich Village, you can't help rooting for them, even liking them. At least, I can't.
- The performances. Fucking hell, man. First off, Mickey Rourke is the fucking man. If Steve McQueen is the King of Cool, Mickey Rourke is the Prince of Cool, the heir apparent. What I love about him in this movie, though, is that he manages - better than in any other film of his until The Wrestler - to really tap into his emotional vulnerability, even emotional frailty (which, BTW, is also very McQueen). That creates this wonderful dynamic whereby you can see, analogous to the way that he fetishizes his ritual of dressing the part, the way that he "wears" his coolness to cover his vulnerability. It's all he's got. He's not brave enough or strong enough to confront himself, he refuses to strengthen his weaknesses and overcome his flaws; instead, he just puts on his sunglasses, slicks his hair back, smiles that wickedly cool smile, and keeps on going. It's no kind of life for any sane person, but it's all he knows and it's all he wants to know. My favorite moment in the film from him is when Daryl Hannah is slapping him and he tells her to slap him again to see if it changes him. And then he just puts on those sunglasses and walks away. That's Charlie in a nutshell. And it's Rourke at his best.
- For as incredible as Rourke was, though, this is the Eric Roberts show. I can't adequately express how much I love what Roberts did with this character. Just the intro to the character, with him dancing in front of the mirror in the bathroom. How do you not fall in love with the character immediately? That's not to say that he's not frustrating. Forget about not playing the long game, he literally can't see past the end of his fucking nose. And he can't think for more than five consecutive seconds. But man is he fun to watch. And, more importantly, to listen to. The lines and the way that he delivers them, I could quote the whole fucking movie but I'll just pick out my favorites.
1) "The champion gene." The way he says that line and then the goofy little head shake, I always rewind that one. "Jism" gets a laugh but "the champion gene" is my favorite part of that scene. And, of course, it's hilarious watching him put that ludicrous sandwich together while he's talking.
2) "This guy's selling instant hepatitis here." That's a great line in and of itself, but I love the context, how he just runs up and says that ostensibly right in front of the dude selling it.
3) "I took 500 from shylocks, Pop, to see Sinatra at the Garden. Sat two seats away from Tony Bennett. That's success, Pop." It's quite an achievement to say the most pathetic line in a manner befitting the most profound line. This is Paulie's philosophy of life, it's the core of his being, and, just like he is, it's utterly insane.
4) "Murder rap? Nobody came within 20 feet of that yo-yo. He dived into that hole like a fucking gopher." In addition to the concept of responsibility inspiring Paulie's most vitriolic responses, I love how indignant he is with regards to the stupidity of "that yo-yo."
5) "You get your coat on fast and you don't say goodnight to nobody!" This is easily my favorite line. The way he hits the word "nobody," it's gold, Jerry. I've never made it through a viewing of this movie without rewinding that line at least three or four times.
6) Lastly, I love the way he says the wrong words or mispronounces words. "Artificial inspiration," "yuck," and "visser." Yet he always plays it off like he's the smartest guy in the room and it's your mistake.
Roberts' Paulie doesn't have the wild and crazy threat of violence that De Niro's Johnny Boy had. He's more child-like. There's an innocence and a sweetness to him. It's really a marvelous acting showcase. One of my favorite characters of all-time. And, in case you mooks have never seen this glorious medley of impressions, check out Dice doing, among other impressions, the best Paulie you'll ever see.
"No, I don't got no fuckin' marshmallows!" <45>
Anyway, I could rant about this movie for a hell of a lot longer but I'll leave it at that and turn to what you mamalukes had to say.
Say it ain't so-so, Cubo. The Pope of Greenwich Village rules. What are you, stunad?
That's the beauty of it. A lot of the film's comedy is in the Scorsese/Tarantino vein. I think it was Tarantino himself who said that he liked the fact that if you left a tape recorder in the theater and listened to the audience reactions while watching Reservoir Dogs you'd think they were watching a comedy. The Pope of Greenwich Village is like that. Whether your responses to Paulie's lines and antics are anger, chagrin, confusion, what have you, there's also invariably a desire to laugh because he's just such a fucking goof.
I've always assumed that the Bed Bug is no more. That shit that he drank would've scorched his throat all the way down and dissolved his insides. Even if he survived, though, he'd have been out of commission for a while if not permanently. As for a lack of resolution, what did you feel needed to be resolved? I think the ending is perfectly in step with the film and the characters: Charlie plans shit out to play the long game, Paulie hatches a crazy quick scheme, and they bicker about it. That's the movie from beginning to end.
And, to go back to Mean Streets again, the endings are very similar as far as "resolving" shit goes, but The Pope of Greenwich Village is actually more coherent and more consistent with its ending IMO.
I'm in the UK and it's on Netflix.
I don't like the show, but I obviously love this moment from American Dad:
I had a friend growing up, an Italian kid with a super Italian father. I let him borrow The Pope of Greenwich Village when we were in high school and I loved his review. He said that it's "the most Italian movie ever made" and that it made him want to say "Capisce?" after every sentence
I prefer his relationship philosophy with the punching bag, but then there are so many choices.
I can't find a clip of it, but my favorite is Héctor Elizondo chasing Johnny Depp and Rob Morrow through the hotel in Private Resort and ending up in an aerobics class with some She-Hulk who fucks up Elizando's back.
When I was a youngin, I'd always fast-forward through everything that wasn't Charlie and Paulie. But yeah, that's a great character and she crushes that scene.
I'm with you on all of this, but I'd add that there's more going on in Charlie than just tribal loyalty. The "maybe I don't want to change" line hits on the fact that it's less him being stuck and more of him not wanting to move. He is who he is because he doesn't want to change, and he is where he is in life because he doesn't want to be/go anywhere else. He likes to think he does - which separates him from Keitel's Charlie, for whom it'd be more accurate to describe as stuck - in a way that's reminiscent of Jamie Foxx's "Island Limos" obsession in Collateral which serves merely as a self-deceiving, pacifying fantasy, but if he really wanted to change, if he really wanted to get out, he would. But he doesn't...because he doesn't.
On this front, I lose respect for the character. I have no respect for people who know that they're their own worst enemy and refuse to take the necessary steps to fix that. Paulie I have sympathy for because he doesn't know any better. Charlie does. That makes him worse in my book.
See, I'm not as hard on Paulie. De Niro's Johnny Boy, that's an "ugly animal." I'd never describe Paulie that way, though. He's just a misguided jackass. The two scenes at the toll booths remind me a lot of George Costanza.
Paulie wants to be a big shot, he loves to play the part, but he doesn't have the smarts or the chops to be a big shot, so he's always acting. He doesn't have the stuff to pull it off or the intelligence to know that he doesn't have the stuff, so he just acts it out under the misguided assumption that doing it - without being it - is enough (hence the line to his dad about success not being about earning and instead being about "how you spend it").
I already discussed the ending, but, to the portion that I highlighted here, I think that Charlie not blowing up (like he did after he learned that Paulie gave him up) is because he'd made peace with the fact that he was in the Bed Bug's crosshairs and he'd armed himself with the tape. Even if the Bed Bug were to come after him, so what? It's just like he said: He's got the tape to put him away. That's not to say that his play would work, but the point is that Charlie thinks he's got a play, he thinks he's got the upper hand, so, from his point of view, there's no need to be outraged. He's irritated that Paulie fucked up his elegant plan, but he's still the pope of Greenwich Village
Says who? Maybe it's that I rewatched A Bronx Tale a little while back, but you could just as easily take a Sonny "nobody cares" stance. After all, in mob dollars, they didn't get away with a whole hell of a lot of money. Sure, Eddie's ego took a hit, but if the Bed Bug buys it, the power plays that'd commence and the solidifying of power that'd follow the successful power play wouldn't likely lead to the new boss turning his interest back to two neighborhood mooks who made off with some of Eddie's loose change. Plus, you have to figure that Paulie's "uncle" would move up in the ranks, and with crazy Eddie out of the picture, maybe he'd have the juice to cool any heat on Paulie and, by extension, on Charlie.
He doesn't sit on it. It's quick, but when they're at the track, Paulie notices two of Eddie's goons staking the place out so he takes Charlie to a different spot. The Bed Bug's crew is on the street looking for Charlie. They just don't find him.
I worked for four years as a banquet server at a country club. At any function, in any context, if that song was playing, I'd not only think of The Pope of Greenwich Village and smile, I'd literally be taken over by the spirit of the film and I'd have to subtly do my own little Rourke shuffle
My dad does a wicked Eric Roberts impression and that's the line he always does.
Never noticed this before, but I read this post of yours before I rewatched it and I noticed it this time
My favorite moment of his is after Charlie delivers the pope of Greenwich Village line. It's entirely possible that the Bed Bug had literally never heard anyone talk to him like that or act so devoid of fear in his presence, and after Charlie tells him that he's the pope and leans back in his chair, the Bed Bug's eyes...fuck, man, you can see the crazy. Those are two of the wildest eyes I've ever seen.
europe and MusterX already pointed out Angel Heart, but what about Body Heat, Diner, 9 1/2 Weeks, and Barfly? Angel Heart is the only film in the bunch that's among the GOAT, IMO, but he was in several 80s classics. What are you talking about when you're talking about "a great movie"? And why don't these qualify?
You're probably the only one in here who'll get this, but it's shades of Agnes Moorehead, no?
The third cousins line was to emphasize to Barney that it wasn't a strong enough bond to keep Paulie from ratting him out. And more important than that line is Barney's response about how, in the Irish world, that's like brothers. That conveys at once Charlie's loyalty to Paulie and the fact that there doesn't exist a strong enough bond to keep Paulie from turning rat to save his own ass.
That actually happens twice. After the stickball scene when they're crossing the street Paulie's got Charlie's arm. Then, after Charlie drops his son off at his ex's and starts walking away, Paulie follows and latches right onto that arm.
To me, what that signifies is less their relationship (I don't get a "married couple" vibe) and more Paulie's neediness and insecurity. He literally clings to Charlie. He's like Uncle Leo.
"He's always grabbing my arm when he talks to me. I guess it's because so many people have left in the middle of the conversation."
Speak for yourself. I make my life happen.
Oh yeah, the tight ass pants, the S&M talk. He's a very fruity individual. Charlie even cuts him off and tells him he's "starting to sound like half a f-g"
For me, Mean Streets is all about "Be My Baby."
What do you think about the Mean Streets connection with the ending? There's no real payoff, nothing really comes to a head, and there's no real resolution at the end of Mean Streets, either. Or is there?
Off the top of my head, my favorite is from Roger Corman's Day the World Ended.
I've got the scene cued up. It's even better in the proper context. I saw this movie at the fifth Sci-Fi Spectacular! at The Music Box in Chicago. On the big screen, in a packed house of movie geeks, the place fucking erupted in laughter at that drop off the cliff
Aka the real method acting
Well, in Ricky Bobby terms: If you don't love The Pope of Greenwich Village then fuck you.
I'll get to your guys' oobatz shit later. First, I'm just going to run through my main thoughts.
- Growing up, this movie was like the mythical land of Atlantis, it was like a cinematic unicorn. Other than Bruce Lee movies, this is my dad's all-time favorite movie. Raising an obsessed movie nerd of a son, he'd often point me in the direction of movies he remembered liking. "You ever see Angels With Dirty Faces?" "No, Dad, what's that?" Fast-forward and I've seen 95% of James Cagney's films. "Have you ever seen Boys Town?" "No, Dad, is it good?" Fast-forward and I've seen almost everything Spencer Tracy, aka the GOAT actor not named Robert De Niro, ever did. Similarly, every once in a while, my dad would ask me if I'd seen The Pope of Greenwich Village and I'd always say no. It was never on HBO or Cinemax when I was growing up; it wasn't at any of the Blockbusters, Hollywood Videos, or Best Buys near my house; and Amazon wasn't really a thing yet. I had no options, no recourse. It was just out there, this mythical film that my dad was always talking about. Then, finally, once Amazon was a big thing and most studios had released their shit on DVD, my dad bought me The Pope of Greenwich Village and my movie life was finally whole.
- The first time I watched it, Mean Streets instantly came to mind. And, having caught Cubo's theme bug, I decided to turn this week into another theme week double-header and watched both Mean Streets and The Pope of Greenwich Village. From I Vitelloni to Mean Streets, so it goes from Mean Streets to The Pope of Greenwich Village. Mickey Rourke is the Harvey Keitel character (their characters even have the same fucking name!) and Eric Roberts is the Robert De Niro character. There are differences, of course. Keitel's Charlie is a religious nut obsessed with penance while Rourke's Charlie is just a hustler with a secular sense of honor and duty and De Niro's Johnny Boy is a self-destructive piece of human dynamite while Roberts' Paulie is an arrogant and naive goofball with delusions of grandeur. But the relationship between the two leads is virtually identical and the narrative beats are of a piece, as well. Mean Streets is the superior film for a lot of reasons, but what The Pope of Greenwich Village has over Mean Streets is charm. Keitel's Charlie is a self-righteous jackass and Johnny Boy is an insufferable tornado of chaos, but Rourke's Charlie is so cool and so slick and Roberts' Paulie is so sweet and so funny; the two leads in Mean Streets can go fuck themselves, but the two leads in The Pope of Greenwich Village, you can't help rooting for them, even liking them. At least, I can't.
- The performances. Fucking hell, man. First off, Mickey Rourke is the fucking man. If Steve McQueen is the King of Cool, Mickey Rourke is the Prince of Cool, the heir apparent. What I love about him in this movie, though, is that he manages - better than in any other film of his until The Wrestler - to really tap into his emotional vulnerability, even emotional frailty (which, BTW, is also very McQueen). That creates this wonderful dynamic whereby you can see, analogous to the way that he fetishizes his ritual of dressing the part, the way that he "wears" his coolness to cover his vulnerability. It's all he's got. He's not brave enough or strong enough to confront himself, he refuses to strengthen his weaknesses and overcome his flaws; instead, he just puts on his sunglasses, slicks his hair back, smiles that wickedly cool smile, and keeps on going. It's no kind of life for any sane person, but it's all he knows and it's all he wants to know. My favorite moment in the film from him is when Daryl Hannah is slapping him and he tells her to slap him again to see if it changes him. And then he just puts on those sunglasses and walks away. That's Charlie in a nutshell. And it's Rourke at his best.
- For as incredible as Rourke was, though, this is the Eric Roberts show. I can't adequately express how much I love what Roberts did with this character. Just the intro to the character, with him dancing in front of the mirror in the bathroom. How do you not fall in love with the character immediately? That's not to say that he's not frustrating. Forget about not playing the long game, he literally can't see past the end of his fucking nose. And he can't think for more than five consecutive seconds. But man is he fun to watch. And, more importantly, to listen to. The lines and the way that he delivers them, I could quote the whole fucking movie but I'll just pick out my favorites.
1) "The champion gene." The way he says that line and then the goofy little head shake, I always rewind that one. "Jism" gets a laugh but "the champion gene" is my favorite part of that scene. And, of course, it's hilarious watching him put that ludicrous sandwich together while he's talking.
2) "This guy's selling instant hepatitis here." That's a great line in and of itself, but I love the context, how he just runs up and says that ostensibly right in front of the dude selling it.
3) "I took 500 from shylocks, Pop, to see Sinatra at the Garden. Sat two seats away from Tony Bennett. That's success, Pop." It's quite an achievement to say the most pathetic line in a manner befitting the most profound line. This is Paulie's philosophy of life, it's the core of his being, and, just like he is, it's utterly insane.
4) "Murder rap? Nobody came within 20 feet of that yo-yo. He dived into that hole like a fucking gopher." In addition to the concept of responsibility inspiring Paulie's most vitriolic responses, I love how indignant he is with regards to the stupidity of "that yo-yo."
5) "You get your coat on fast and you don't say goodnight to nobody!" This is easily my favorite line. The way he hits the word "nobody," it's gold, Jerry. I've never made it through a viewing of this movie without rewinding that line at least three or four times.
6) Lastly, I love the way he says the wrong words or mispronounces words. "Artificial inspiration," "yuck," and "visser." Yet he always plays it off like he's the smartest guy in the room and it's your mistake.
Roberts' Paulie doesn't have the wild and crazy threat of violence that De Niro's Johnny Boy had. He's more child-like. There's an innocence and a sweetness to him. It's really a marvelous acting showcase. One of my favorite characters of all-time. And, in case you mooks have never seen this glorious medley of impressions, check out Dice doing, among other impressions, the best Paulie you'll ever see.
"No, I don't got no fuckin' marshmallows!" <45>
Anyway, I could rant about this movie for a hell of a lot longer but I'll leave it at that and turn to what you mamalukes had to say.
To me this one's at best so-so.
Say it ain't so-so, Cubo. The Pope of Greenwich Village rules. What are you, stunad?
Not sure when Roberts is supposed to be dramatic and when I'm supposed to laugh.
That's the beauty of it. A lot of the film's comedy is in the Scorsese/Tarantino vein. I think it was Tarantino himself who said that he liked the fact that if you left a tape recorder in the theater and listened to the audience reactions while watching Reservoir Dogs you'd think they were watching a comedy. The Pope of Greenwich Village is like that. Whether your responses to Paulie's lines and antics are anger, chagrin, confusion, what have you, there's also invariably a desire to laugh because he's just such a fucking goof.
The ending was almost slapstick and didn't really resolve much. We're to just assume Burt bites the big one and nobody else comes collecting?
I've always assumed that the Bed Bug is no more. That shit that he drank would've scorched his throat all the way down and dissolved his insides. Even if he survived, though, he'd have been out of commission for a while if not permanently. As for a lack of resolution, what did you feel needed to be resolved? I think the ending is perfectly in step with the film and the characters: Charlie plans shit out to play the long game, Paulie hatches a crazy quick scheme, and they bicker about it. That's the movie from beginning to end.
And, to go back to Mean Streets again, the endings are very similar as far as "resolving" shit goes, but The Pope of Greenwich Village is actually more coherent and more consistent with its ending IMO.
I wouldn't call it boring, but I can't think of any reason I'd ever recommend it to someone.
Damn, I thought this would be on Amazon Prime, but it is not. YouTube version seems unwatchable.
Does any streaming service in Europe have Pope btw?
I'm in the UK and it's on Netflix.
I have to steal to Simpsons reference before that scoundrel muntjac gets to it first
I don't like the show, but I obviously love this moment from American Dad:
Yeah I really liked this movie!
Good to get with the ethnics
I had a friend growing up, an Italian kid with a super Italian father. I let him borrow The Pope of Greenwich Village when we were in high school and I loved his review. He said that it's "the most Italian movie ever made" and that it made him want to say "Capisce?" after every sentence
Funniest part was Paulie talking about horse cock while preparing a baguet.
I prefer his relationship philosophy with the punching bag, but then there are so many choices.
Ah yes, aerobics. Instant 80's eroticism in a movie. I miss when they would just randomly insert that. Like in Wargames, when Broody calls his girlfriend, and she's all sweaty and panting from a stretching-routine
The 80's was the pinnacle of humanity for so many reasons, but random aerobics is in the top ten.
I can't find a clip of it, but my favorite is Héctor Elizondo chasing Johnny Depp and Rob Morrow through the hotel in Private Resort and ending up in an aerobics class with some She-Hulk who fucks up Elizando's back.
Second best scene of the movie. Geraldine Page acted her heart out there.
When I was a youngin, I'd always fast-forward through everything that wasn't Charlie and Paulie. But yeah, that's a great character and she crushes that scene.
Maybe I don't want to change...
That was the best scene in the movie for me, the linchpin that tied it together. It brought to the surface the protagonists underlying characteristics and motivations. Charlie wants to remain tribal, even if it damns him. It's habitus, that feeling of belonging -- being stuck even -- to some group in society, and for Charlie it's very intrinsic.
Charlie wants it both ways. He wants Paulie and he wants Diane. But they're from two different worlds, not compatible. There are too many clashes for things to fit. WASP Diane probably represents his wish to be a big shot, to own a restaurant.
But when he has to choose, he chooses Paulie and his tribe. I think this is underscored through the narrative. Charlie seems more affectionate towards Paulie than he does Diane (even though he has great affection for her too). When Diane becomes livid, sheds tears before his face, and eventually slaps him in rage, he responds by smirking sardonically. Paulie he might get angry at, but when Paulie sheds tears in front of him (when his thumb got cut off), Charlie sheds tears back. There is an intimacy between them that's based on common-ground that doesn't exist with Diane. Charlie takes out his bitterness on Diane piecemeal, offhandedly throwing out insults like "you can't cook" at her. But Paulie? Paulie he has lived with his entire life, the kids wrongness is second nature to him, just having him around feels natural. No matter how insulting Paulie gets or how much he fucks up, they're on common-ground, tied-together. No sardonic smiles for him.
I'm with you on all of this, but I'd add that there's more going on in Charlie than just tribal loyalty. The "maybe I don't want to change" line hits on the fact that it's less him being stuck and more of him not wanting to move. He is who he is because he doesn't want to change, and he is where he is in life because he doesn't want to be/go anywhere else. He likes to think he does - which separates him from Keitel's Charlie, for whom it'd be more accurate to describe as stuck - in a way that's reminiscent of Jamie Foxx's "Island Limos" obsession in Collateral which serves merely as a self-deceiving, pacifying fantasy, but if he really wanted to change, if he really wanted to get out, he would. But he doesn't...because he doesn't.
On this front, I lose respect for the character. I have no respect for people who know that they're their own worst enemy and refuse to take the necessary steps to fix that. Paulie I have sympathy for because he doesn't know any better. Charlie does. That makes him worse in my book.
Speaking about Paulie, man what an ugly animal. He's obsessed about status like some psychopath, completely materialistic save for whatever (bendable) tribal loyalties has been rubbed into him.
See, I'm not as hard on Paulie. De Niro's Johnny Boy, that's an "ugly animal." I'd never describe Paulie that way, though. He's just a misguided jackass. The two scenes at the toll booths remind me a lot of George Costanza.
Paulie wants to be a big shot, he loves to play the part, but he doesn't have the smarts or the chops to be a big shot, so he's always acting. He doesn't have the stuff to pull it off or the intelligence to know that he doesn't have the stuff, so he just acts it out under the misguided assumption that doing it - without being it - is enough (hence the line to his dad about success not being about earning and instead being about "how you spend it").
Frankly, I thought the worst part was the ending. Paulie has just fucked up... again. Bed Bug Eddie is going to shit concrete for hours -- but revenge is undoubtedly coming. But Charlie acts completely cool about it. He has no outbursts or outrages, despite probably having been handed a death-sentence that not even his tape can save him from. Where's the climax here? It feels like we're being driven towards an inevitable endpoint, a cataclysm of all their decisions. What about the consequences? But no, just smile about it. Is it all just some galactic joke? Does it all really just fix itself, like Charlie mumbled? I wanted grimness and consequences, damit!!!
I already discussed the ending, but, to the portion that I highlighted here, I think that Charlie not blowing up (like he did after he learned that Paulie gave him up) is because he'd made peace with the fact that he was in the Bed Bug's crosshairs and he'd armed himself with the tape. Even if the Bed Bug were to come after him, so what? It's just like he said: He's got the tape to put him away. That's not to say that his play would work, but the point is that Charlie thinks he's got a play, he thinks he's got the upper hand, so, from his point of view, there's no need to be outraged. He's irritated that Paulie fucked up his elegant plan, but he's still the pope of Greenwich Village
And Bugs is going to be revenged so they're still not out of the shit.
Says who? Maybe it's that I rewatched A Bronx Tale a little while back, but you could just as easily take a Sonny "nobody cares" stance. After all, in mob dollars, they didn't get away with a whole hell of a lot of money. Sure, Eddie's ego took a hit, but if the Bed Bug buys it, the power plays that'd commence and the solidifying of power that'd follow the successful power play wouldn't likely lead to the new boss turning his interest back to two neighborhood mooks who made off with some of Eddie's loose change. Plus, you have to figure that Paulie's "uncle" would move up in the ranks, and with crazy Eddie out of the picture, maybe he'd have the juice to cool any heat on Paulie and, by extension, on Charlie.
It makes no sense to me that Burt pulls the info about Mickey out of Eric and then apparently just sits on it while those two have a good time out at the track and then the bar.
He doesn't sit on it. It's quick, but when they're at the track, Paulie notices two of Eddie's goons staking the place out so he takes Charlie to a different spot. The Bed Bug's crew is on the street looking for Charlie. They just don't find him.
Opening song is rad. Love it.
I worked for four years as a banquet server at a country club. At any function, in any context, if that song was playing, I'd not only think of The Pope of Greenwich Village and smile, I'd literally be taken over by the spirit of the film and I'd have to subtly do my own little Rourke shuffle
I really thought Charlie was going to punch Paulie when he said 'what do you need a suit for, you don't got no job' for a second time.
My dad does a wicked Eric Roberts impression and that's the line he always does.
Fat gangster had a cool way of eating cantaloupe with a knife. Definitely stealing that.
Never noticed this before, but I read this post of yours before I rewatched it and I noticed it this time
They just walk off into more dumb decisions I suppose?
Burt Young was very convincing as a tough guy. Legitimately intimidating when he was the sit down with Eric Roberts.
My favorite moment of his is after Charlie delivers the pope of Greenwich Village line. It's entirely possible that the Bed Bug had literally never heard anyone talk to him like that or act so devoid of fear in his presence, and after Charlie tells him that he's the pope and leans back in his chair, the Bed Bug's eyes...fuck, man, you can see the crazy. Those are two of the wildest eyes I've ever seen.
Mickey Rourke was a great actor that just never picked a great movie to be in during the entire 1980s.
europe and MusterX already pointed out Angel Heart, but what about Body Heat, Diner, 9 1/2 Weeks, and Barfly? Angel Heart is the only film in the bunch that's among the GOAT, IMO, but he was in several 80s classics. What are you talking about when you're talking about "a great movie"? And why don't these qualify?
It's decent. It's certainly not great. I'd probably rather rewatch Johnny Handsome.
Came out of nowhere. Turns around and falls down an elevator shaft. Almost darkly funny how out of left-field it is.
You're probably the only one in here who'll get this, but it's shades of Agnes Moorehead, no?
Charlie tells Baron Harkonnen than he and Paulie are only cousins, then he says, only 3rd cousins, as if to say they aren't even that close but in reality they walk arm and arm like they are married.
The third cousins line was to emphasize to Barney that it wasn't a strong enough bond to keep Paulie from ratting him out. And more important than that line is Barney's response about how, in the Irish world, that's like brothers. That conveys at once Charlie's loyalty to Paulie and the fact that there doesn't exist a strong enough bond to keep Paulie from turning rat to save his own ass.
I can't find the scene but at one point Charlie and Paulie are crossing the street and Paulie is literally on Charlie's arm like they are a married couple.
That actually happens twice. After the stickball scene when they're crossing the street Paulie's got Charlie's arm. Then, after Charlie drops his son off at his ex's and starts walking away, Paulie follows and latches right onto that arm.
To me, what that signifies is less their relationship (I don't get a "married couple" vibe) and more Paulie's neediness and insecurity. He literally clings to Charlie. He's like Uncle Leo.
"He's always grabbing my arm when he talks to me. I guess it's because so many people have left in the middle of the conversation."
One of the best lines of the film, we all let life happen to us.
Speak for yourself. I make my life happen.
I definitely got a gay vibe this time around.
Oh yeah, the tight ass pants, the S&M talk. He's a very fruity individual. Charlie even cuts him off and tells him he's "starting to sound like half a f-g"
I came to say this, but you were faster than a bullitt. Oh, and you posted it three days ago. It's hard to think about Mean Streets without hearing that Rubber Biscuit song playing in my head.
For me, Mean Streets is all about "Be My Baby."
I wanted to see things come to a head.
What do you think about the Mean Streets connection with the ending? There's no real payoff, nothing really comes to a head, and there's no real resolution at the end of Mean Streets, either. Or is there?
Who doesn't like a good dummy fall?
Here's a favorite of mine from a John Stamos/Gene Simmons (yes, you read that right) movie called Never Too Young To Die. (Waits to see if Europe1 has seen this.)
Off the top of my head, my favorite is from Roger Corman's Day the World Ended.
I've got the scene cued up. It's even better in the proper context. I saw this movie at the fifth Sci-Fi Spectacular! at The Music Box in Chicago. On the big screen, in a packed house of movie geeks, the place fucking erupted in laughter at that drop off the cliff
Every line he belts out like he spent the night before hopped up on meth, practicing in front of a mirror until he landed on the exact inflection of every syllable, and the perfect face contorting emotion, and then passed out on his perm, wearing nothing but a Member's Only jacket and Darryl Hannah's sweaty leotard.
Aka the real method acting