The Big Town (1986) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
This film is also called Chicago Blues in DVD release. By any other name, this rose would have thorns just as unpleasant. Oh, my, this is a lame, unoriginal movie! A small-town boy is successful competing against the locals, but can't achieve any more in Podunk, so our eager hayseed goes to the Big Town to seek his fame and fortune, carrying only a suitcase full of dreams. This gives him a great advantage at the train station, because dreams are light, so he doesn't need to pay a porter, and he's already ahead of the game. He meets a nice girl. He meets evil dudes. He is seduced by the Big Town. Having lived clean all his life, the small town maroon gives up his Juicy Fruit and soda pop for a steady diet of Jack Daniels and floozies. He is seduced by a naughty girl. The naughty girl double-crosses him, and ... well, you know the rest. |
This story would have been old hat about a month after the Lumieres screened their first films, and it was pretty much the plot of every film in the 30's. In this particular film, the young man is a wizard at playing craps, and the story takes place in the 50s in Chicago, but it could have taken place in any era after the Civil War, in any American city, and it might have been about singing, or acting, or baseball, or crime, or pretty much anything that one can make a living at in a big city but not in a small town. |
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I didn't really notice that this movie added anything new to the "small-town boy in the big city" story. The plot twists all seemed to be "business as usual", and the dialogue was the usual mundane palaver like:
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The cast consists of a fairly good group of people who were close to the A list in the 80s, like Tommy Lee Jones, Diane Lane, Matt Dillon, Bruce Dern, Tom Skerritt, and Lee Grant. Looking back on it from 2004, perhaps the most interesting thing about the cast is the presence of Sarah Polley as the seven year old daughter of the "nice girl". Dillon seemed unnatural, because he had his usual Brooklyn greaser look, despite a rural Indiana accent. To tell you the truth, I think he did OK with the accent, but it didn't matter, because I kept hearing him talk like Matt Dillon, no matter how he actually pronounced the words. I ask you, though, if a movie has Diane Lane naked and a score full of 1957 melodies, does it need anything more to be watchable? |
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