I've never been able to warm much to Woody Allen's works with a contemporary New York City setting, filled as they are with over privileged chatterboxes whose neuroses are far less involving than theyand perhaps Allen himselfwould have us believe. His period pieces, however, tend to liberate Allen from navel gazing, and "Bullets Over Broadway" is one of his best efforts of this sort.
The central character and Woody stand-in is David Shayne (John Cusack), an earnest young playwright who is horrified to learn that his latest effort will only be produced if Olive Neal, a gangster's moll, is given a role (her boyfriend is providing funding). David agrees and promptly has a very funny "breakdown," melodramatically declaring himself a whore for selling out. (This scene has an added poignancy later on when it becomes clear that poor David never had much talent to betray in the first place). Initially it might seem as though the viewer has been set up for a Pygmalion story in which the thoroughly vulgar Olive will turn out to have genuine potential and will show up all the snobs who doubted her ability to act. But the brilliant twist of the film is that it turns out to be Olive's bodyguard Cheech (Chaz Palminteri) who has geniuspreviously a menacing background presence he suddenly becomes the center of the story when irritated by David's pompous dialogue he begins to rewrite and greatly improve the play.
The film veers somewhat off course towards the end when David reacts with horror after Cheech (who has become the brilliant obsessive artist David always imagined himself to be) shoots Olive because he can't tolerate her bad acting another second. Allen appears to want us to share David's shock and disgust. However, the film's gangsterism has been mostly played for laughs up until now, making it hard to treat this cartoonish situation as a serious conundrum. However by the time Cheech, fatally wounded himself, uses his final moments to make one last suggestion about the play and to quote the resident diva Helen Sinclair (Dianne Wiest) things are nicely back on track.
Highly recommended.
The central character and Woody stand-in is David Shayne (John Cusack), an earnest young playwright who is horrified to learn that his latest effort will only be produced if Olive Neal, a gangster's moll, is given a role (her boyfriend is providing funding). David agrees and promptly has a very funny "breakdown," melodramatically declaring himself a whore for selling out. (This scene has an added poignancy later on when it becomes clear that poor David never had much talent to betray in the first place). Initially it might seem as though the viewer has been set up for a Pygmalion story in which the thoroughly vulgar Olive will turn out to have genuine potential and will show up all the snobs who doubted her ability to act. But the brilliant twist of the film is that it turns out to be Olive's bodyguard Cheech (Chaz Palminteri) who has geniuspreviously a menacing background presence he suddenly becomes the center of the story when irritated by David's pompous dialogue he begins to rewrite and greatly improve the play.
The film veers somewhat off course towards the end when David reacts with horror after Cheech (who has become the brilliant obsessive artist David always imagined himself to be) shoots Olive because he can't tolerate her bad acting another second. Allen appears to want us to share David's shock and disgust. However, the film's gangsterism has been mostly played for laughs up until now, making it hard to treat this cartoonish situation as a serious conundrum. However by the time Cheech, fatally wounded himself, uses his final moments to make one last suggestion about the play and to quote the resident diva Helen Sinclair (Dianne Wiest) things are nicely back on track.
Highly recommended.
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