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Apr. 23, 1990: Cocktail With Rum And Cyanide
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
Apr. 23, 1990 Dan Quayle:No Joke
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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CINEMA, Page 90
Cocktail with Rum and Cyanide
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<p>By Richard Corliss
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<qt> <l>MIAMI BLUES</l>
<l>Directed and Written by George Armitage</l>
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<p> This is an "only" movie. It does nothing important, like
contributing to racial harmony or revealing decade-old Soviet
naval secrets. It declines to offer the machine-tooled warmth
of your standard screen romance. It won't even keep the kids
occupied on a Saturday afternoon. Miami Blues, a pint-size
character comedy with a body count, is only a terrific picture.
</p>
<p> Three characters, all certified originals. The first,
Frederick J. Frenger Jr. (Alec Baldwin), is also certifiable.
"A blithe psychopath," in the words of Charles Willeford's
spiffy source novel, Junior is fresh out of a California prison
and primed for Miami vice. His M.O.: robs crooks who have robbed
other people. Thinks he's smart; isn't. Has grousy temper; will
break the finger of an unsuspecting airport Hare Krishna. Can
compose haiku during his heists--"Breaking, entering/ The dark
and lonely places/ Finding a big gun"--but can't choreograph a
decent holdup. Junior is an engaging monster, a clown in his
own horror show. As his nemesis, Miami detective Hoke Moseley
(Fred Ward), mutters, "I'd hate to meet Senior."
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<p> Hoke is a grizzled cop, a down-market Columbo, ill at ease
in the new Miami of drug millions and Hispanic flash. Junior,
who has stolen Hoke's gun, badge and false teeth, is just the
sort of criminal throwback Hoke understands. But Junior's girl
Susie (Jennifer Jason Leigh) is a mystery. A sweet cracker from
upstate, this Princess Not-So-Bright is grateful to Junior for
the minutest graces: he eats her cooking and doesn't beat her.
She and the con are lost souls sharing a postcard vision of
Nirvana: a cloudless beach, a dog leaping for a Frisbee, a
cruise ship navigating the horizon. Unremarkable. For Junior
and Susie, unattainable.
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<p> With its slums abutting the sea, its raffish hoodlums and
its Day-Glo deco decor, Miami is the city to which all Jonathan
Demme films aspire. Married to the Mob ended up there, long
after Baldwin had played his memorable cameo as a Mafia stiff.
Funny thing is that Demme only produced Miami Blues; his
colleague from the Roger Corman B-movie Borstal of the '70s,
George Armitage, is the writer-director. Funnier still, Armitage
has one-upped his old pal. Whereas Demme's movies punctuate
flaky comedy with explosions of violence, Miami Blues blends the
two moods in a savory tropical cocktail. What makes the taste so
tangy--the rum or the cyanide?
</p>
<p> Armitage has fun with Miami but never makes fun of it. He
just stands off at an ironic distance, appreciating the blazing
incongruity of an aquacade at a restaurant or a maimed thief
pocketing his severed fingertips. The actors too come at their
roles energetically, not condescendingly. Baldwin plays Junior
with a goofy grin and the scheming intensity of a small mind
spinning its wheels and getting nowhere. Ward finds Hoke's
integrity down at his heels. And Leigh, a gifted chameleon who
deserves stardom, can wring pathos just by reading a recipe for
vinegar pie or walking up the path to a house she will never
own. Handsomely made, wonderfully acted, Miami Blues is the kind
of picture Hollywood ought to be making more of. If only...
</p>
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