After Hours

No one prepared me for this surreal, anxiety inducing chaotic nightmare of a night. What an thrilling ride this was!

After Hours starts off tame but slowly gets more and more strange. In general this is an entertaining movie and it will keep you guessing especially the first half of the movie. But tends to fall off towards the end.

Directing is well done, the quintessential dolly zoom on characters isn't missing here, a Scorsese trademark it seems. I love it though and it adds such a level of interest and importance to characters. There's some rotating shots and pans, some cool stuff. Lot's of variety. But nothing felt too special.

Music selection is great, no original score, just actual music from classical to punk rock and oldies. Scorsese does this a lot and they definitely liven up the scenes. Though the acting is the strongest factor for that here.

Acting is great and everyone has got this weird thing about them, none of the characters feel like they can be trusted except the main character and it makes it all the more weird when watching. There's always some way they blow up about something or act odd. It makes for entertaining characters and conversations which of course this movie needs considering it's 90% that. It's character heavy and the characters that are there are fine and acted well.

The ''story''... or more so an experience that main character goes through, is engaging. There's all these links between everyone but whilst some of them work others are just there for the only reason to have a link, even if it makes little sense. In general I think most of the linkage was odd. But I have at theory about all the events that happen, it seems like this entire experience was some sort of play on Hackett. Like everything was set up, like some weird artistic endeavor where they put a random guy in the middle of their art ''show''. Especially towards the end when he meets June. And the room he goes into with all the plaster, on the left in that scene you can see a stack of those bagel cream cheese whatever -paper weights like they were prepared for something. It would explain all the links. And the lack of follow up on the dead girlfriend from the police. And all the timing and distractions from the people he encountered.

That said that's just a theory. It's never said or anything. Generally though it was a pretty good movie.

This is one of Scorsese's lesser known films which is a travesty. Griffin Dunne plays a cubicle working blue collar- the type that was so rampant in the mid 80s, who accidently experiences a series of bizarre misadventures in New York City. This is not typical Scorsese fare and one reason it works is because of the legendary filmmaker's deft skills- the atmosphere is amazing as is the pacing of the film. The protagonist is relatable in an everyman lost and confused kind of way. Like a bad dream or surreal experience After Hours is one hell of a ride. As stated in the opening line of this review- it is a travesty that more people aren't aware of this film.

I was 19 when I saw AFTER HOURS in 1985. Back then, I thought it was funny as hell. But as a 54-year-old man, I can appreciate it even more.

In my 3.5 decades between my viewings, I've been to New York City many times, read Henry Miller, become familiar with the doo-wop songs on the barroom's jukebox, and (unfortunately) dated women who reminded me entirely too much of Marcy, Julie, and Gail. On the other hand: to date, I've been lucky enough to never be stalked by a vigilante lynch mob (unless you count Facebook). And the Mister Softee truck was a riotous touch!

I agree with the reviewers who call AFTER HOURS the most underrated Scorsese film. It features elements of what already him a great director, as well as glimpses into the future career of this master filmmaker.

Martin Scorsese has always been a master of kinetic filmmaking but After Hours is really where he starts cranking up the energy even more. This movie is simply alive in a way that most movies aren't. Everyone in it has a story to tell and we're ready to hear them all.

From the cocktail waitress who seems stuck in the 1960s to the ice cream truck driver who wears a rape whistle to the stoic bouncer outside the punk bar and of course the sculptor who lives under the bar and has no scruples about using live subjects, there are so many weirdos in this film it's fantastic.

I've seen plenty of New York movie but I'm not sure I've ever seen any make the city feel so oppressively large. There's a great sense of space in this film and it genuinely feels hopeless for Paul to try to get home, which could sound like a dumb premise for a movie until you see it handled here. The journey is downright epic and Scorsese uses every visual technique he learned in school to keep the tempo cruising through this long trip.

I wasn't bored for a second at any point during After Hours and you won't be either. This film is alive and Thelma Schoonmaker does maybe the best work of her great career at an editing bay. She should've gotten an Oscar nomination. This film is simply a master class in pacing.