Perfect Strangers

Greatly enjoyed this low budget film starring Anne Carlisle, (Sally) and Brad Rifin, (Johnny) and a little boy who becomes the real star of the show. This picture opens up with two men going down an alley in New York City and one of them gets knifed to death along with his throat cut from left to right. This is a mob rub out, however, there is an eye witness and the killer sees him face to face. The killer tells his mob bosses about the witness to his crime and that he will search the streets around the area of the killing. Brad Rijin, (Johnny) plays a mobster who meets up with a young gal named Sally, (Anne Carlisle) and the two of them pretty soon start making love, however, Johnny is only using Sally in order to gain her confidence and at the same time kill the witness to his crime. Entertaining film with great scenes of the Brooklyn Bridge and the Twin Towers in the background, rather sad. Enjoy.

One thing I always loved about Cohen's scripts is he could always find the smallest hook and exploit the concept to its fullest potential. This is a great example of that with an emphasis on small. Mafia hitman Johnny (Brad Rijn) offs a drug connection in a back alley, but notices a 2-year-old boy saw him. The mob doesn't sit well with this - the "no women, no kids" rule apparently on hold that day - and wants the kid offed before he...baby talks? So Johnny goes about befriending the boy's single mother, Sally (Anne Carlisle), in order to get close to him. Because, you know, saying, "Jesus, guys, the kid is only two and I'm pretty sure he won't identify me in a line up" won't work. It is to Cohen's credit that he can make such a reeeeee-diculous premise last for 90 minutes, but this is not one of King Cohen's best, for sure. There are some admirable parts though. He captures New York City really well and there are some amusing smaller roles (Otto von Wernherr is hilarious as a private eye vit a zick German accent). Cohen also shows some balls as he steals footage during a major feminist rally one NYC night and also has a confrontation between Sally and her ex that clearly no one on the busy streets knew was filming as a crowd gawks at them arguing (look for Cohen cameos in both scenes). In the end, however, it is hard to take the scenario seriously, especially when mafioso types are talking about how to silence a 2-year-old.

Hidden behind the surface lies a blank, empty canvas at the center of it all. A clean slate, left mostly untouched: vacant substance and character depth beside it. Similarly, a tone of superficially unadulterated innocence rose to the challenge, occupying that canvas with the appearance of a progressively sincere romance with Sally and a genuine relationship with her son: a factual illusion, yet one that could evolve into reality. Turbulent (un)predictability underscores this film; grasping whatever direction it's going poses a challenge.

A gradual but narratively uncertain rise in tension toward the end, heightened in effectiveness by Dwight Dixon's score, served as a transformation of the apparent mundane to a sinister underbelly, while demonstrating an apt and well-executed usage of misdirection and building suspense, creating a perfect and palpable level of doubt regarding what happened leading up to the final scene. And Paul Glickman's atmospheric and aesthetically pleasing cinematography was excellent from start to finish, as was Larry Cohen's overall directing, especially the shot of Matthew going in circles on the carousel/merry-go-round as Johnny was driving the truck.

Possibly an too-obscure, underrated film, this was surprisingly intriguing, with more undertones of enthrallment than one might expect. Concurrently, and in contrast, the final piece was missing; with it, the finish line of an otherwise successful race. It could've been the below-average budget of $4.1 million, or the lack of a different, more prominent writer-director; someone besides me may know for certain.

This low-budget crime drama deserves a second look (unfortunately it is currently unavailable in video). It is a good example of modern film noir, with its gritty realism, excellent New York location photography, and moody score.

The story involves, Johnny, a hitman (played by Brad Rijn), whose contract hit on a gangland rival is witnessed by a three year old boy, playing in his backyard. Johnny's initial motivation to "eliminate" the one witness to the crime (under orders of his mob boss) becomes conflicted by his growing romantic involvement with the boy's mother, Sally, (played by Anne Carlisle). Occasional semicomic relief is provided by the incomparable Ann Magnuson, in the role of a male-hating ultra-feminist and best friend of Sally.

The story is by no means perfect and the ending somewhat disappointing. But its appeal lies in its offbeat look and quirky directing and acting. This is a film with definite cult potential.

Apparently, this and Special Effects were shot back to back in 1983/84 as part of a package low-budget deal with Hemdale Films, and Cohen looked at Blind Alley as the "less complicated" one of the two (and hey, what says in-complicated like trying to direct a baby, right? By his account the baby Matthew did what he was told for the most part with help from his parents, and to Cohen's credit he's a great Baby Actor if that's a term I can throw, oh hey it's my review so I just did). The general impression on the whole from this one - which I like just slightly more than Special Effects) - is that it feels like Cohen in both the script and execution is making this like a Poverty Row director might in the 1940s, only updated for gratuitous nudity and occasionallu more brutal violence.

This is both to the benefit and detriment in the final product. I get that the film is about this baby who sees a killing, and even matches eyes with Johnny the killer (the actor Brad Rijn carries a certain intensity that works overall, a highlight being when he explains in his way of "comparative analysis" to Matthew via magazine how his predicament is not unlike... Elliot in ET, and it makes me smile to think of Larry Cohen watching ET like everyone else in the world, but I digress), and that Johnny is so pathological about pleasing his underworld boss that he'll stop at nothing to make sure the baby doesn't uh squeal or rattle or what have you, but... He's a baby. Cute one, but still not quite exactly able to pick a guy out of a line-up.

And the extent to which he ends up going to to shut a tyke up who can't even form words past Mom and No is kind of ridiculous. Moreover, Johnny is a pretty stupid and (connected with the Cohen ouvrere) violent and crazy, but by a certain point it's also the mom's fault for not seeing his other motives (Anne Carlisle, who actually does quite well with what she's given, most of all that intense real-crowd filmed set piece in the Soho streets with mom's baby daddy).

On the other hand, I like that only a story with such a nutty premise and execution, including a cast of supporting women friends of the Mom who make this a semi-sorta commentary on Feminist action against scumbag men (which in Cohen's world is almost a redundant statement) could come from such a mind and cinematic personality as his. It doesn't all work and sometimes drags, like with a police detective working the murder case who gets saddled with some clunky lines that only leads to a predictable (if dark) point, but Cohen, when he and his DP aren't using that high contrast or glaze or whatever it is on the lens to make exterior day scenes too bright, has some captivating compositions, like that other murder in the building set in silhouette against the downtown Manhattan skyline, or that wild shot where we see the kidnapping as the baby is on the carousel attached to a truck(!)

And how this ends ultimately is satisfying, even if it takes some time to get there. It's probably minor Cohen, but if you're like me and working your way through his body of work, it has its moments and eccentric and funny and hard-edged dialog to get you through.