Bright Lights, Big City
Hektiske døgn i New York
by (based on his own novel):
There's not quite enough of
the bright lights and the big city in this adaptation of Jay McInerney's
best-selling novel about drugging, clubbing and heartbreak in 1980s New
York City. The director is James Bridges (The
China Syndrome), and to his credit, he does treat the
material seriously and is able to retain a certain meandering, literary
quality. But the film never quite feels like it's reporting from the
inside. You always feel a slight distance to the material, which keeps
you from being fully transported into the hotchpotch of the city.
Bright Lights, Big City has not ended up as a cheap fashion
statement, as some of its contemporaries did, but it doesn't have the
necessary allure and excitement to do McIrneney's novel justice. Michael
J. Fox, although arguably miscast, gives it his all in the lead. His
drunken monologue at Swoosie Kurtz' apartment might just be the best
acting he did in all his career. With Kiefer Sutherland as Fox'
snorting-buddy and an underused Phoebe Cates as his ex.