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King of New York (1990)
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Director:
Abel Ferrara |
COUNTRY
Italy/USA/UK |
GENRE
Crime/Action/Drama |
NORWEGIAN
TITLE
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RUNNING
TIME
103
minutes |
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Producer:
Augusto
Caminito
Mary Kane |
Screenwriter:
Nicholas St. John |
Review
In the period
leading up to his overrated career-high (the adjective according to me,
the noun according to the Cannes jury),
Body Snatchers,
Abel Ferrara was like a more serious and less playful Quentin Tarantino
- for good or worse. King of New York, like his next entry,
Bad Lieutenant,
is dark, morose and pessimistic. It isn't as good a psychological study
as Bad Lieutenant,
nor has it got the same resonance as a social comment (this film's comments
are all over the place), but it has got the power and enthusiasm, and
benefits from Ferrara's brilliantly confident direction.
At times, the
script seems overly plotted and unaccounted for, but it always remains
highly interesting, and an extremely confident Christopher Walken carries
us through the muddled scenes. With strong characters, some great
dialogue and Ferrara's knack for slick and, at times, poetic action
scenes, King of New York combines the classic hard-boiled
detective genre with typical late 1980s/early 1990s gangster drama to good
effect. Except for a few of the smaller roles, the acting is fine all
over, with a particular nod to an inspired Laurence Fishburne and extra
kudos to Walken for one of the best of his onscreen dances.
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