Trouble in Mind, 1985
Hawk (Kris Kristofferson) is released from prison right around the time that Coop (Keith Carradine) and his wife Georgia (Lori Singer) move to town. Coop soon falls in with a criminal named Solo (Joe Morton) and as his relationship with Georgia gets more and more fractured, Hawk starts to romance her.
I'm sure that there are people who love this movie. It certainly has, um, personality. I found it annoying and boring in turn, and some strong visuals or impactful moments did not do enough to get me on its side.
Positives? Well, there are some funny moments. The movie is styled as a noir with rainy streets and a jazzy score. At certain points the take on the genre is fun, such as when a dying man tells his lover "It's all yours . . . the cash . . . the house . . . the yachts," before expiring. In a non-drag role, Divine plays sneering crime boss Hilly Blue. There's a visual moment that, for me, had neat echoes with a certain moment from
The Last Wave. I enjoyed Joe Morton's turn as Solo and also Geneviève Bujold as Wanda, Hawk's former flame who now runs a diner and ends up employing Georgia as a waitress.
The problem for me, though, was this: everyone in this movie is the worst. There are some movies that cast a cynical eye on almost its entire cast of characters. That itself is not a flaw. The problem here is that these people are the worst and we the audience are expected to root for Hawk.
Hawk as a character is framed for most of the film as a borderline Mary Sue character, despite the fact that our first real scene with him involves him sexually assaulting Wanda (or, to give a VERY charitable reading, starting to sexually assault her and then wearing her down with pathetic whining). But for the rest of the film wowie! He's really great at punching people! He's so funny and sassy as he harasses Gloria by stalking her in her trailer after she repeatedly asks him to leave! Is there nuance to why he was in jail? Of course not!
Coop's descent into criminality is mainly portrayed through the evolving ridiculousness of his hairstyle. Wanda just looks over everything as if it's wryly amusing to her. The whole thing feels like an exercise in nostalgia, trying to mold noir memories with 80s sensibilities with weird near-future trappings. But it's all too cutesy to ever be immersive. It's not dreamy, just annoyingly slow-paced. Every word of Singer's baby-doll whisper voice made me want to mute the darn thing and just read the subtitles instead.
By the end I just couldn't with this movie. Normally when I dislike something this way, I go read a few positive reviews to see why some people like/love it. I can't right now. I'm too annoyed. I feel like people with real talent just wasted two hours of my time.