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Bad Lieutenant

By |2018-03-21T18:19:23+01:00June 2nd, 2013|Reviews|


Date: 1992

Director: Abel Ferrara

Starring: Harvey Keitel, Zoë Lund, Vincent Laresca, Frankie Thorn, Paul Hipp


errara’s landmark film collapses convention: his New York cop protagonist — Harvey Keitel, in a physical tour-de-force — isn’t flawed and awaiting a redemptive epiphany. Instead, he’s mean, venal, addicted and depraved. In one fell swoop, Ferrara kills off anti-hero archetypes and eliminates middle ground that traditionally keeps American copland from falling headlong into Hades’ hands. Here, everything starts in Hell and stays there, dead-man-walking style. At the same time, Hell doesn’t come without a religious subtext, read guilt.

Keitel’s bigoted lieutenant is introduced as a disinterested family man who spends most of his “working” hours betting on baseball (again his own team, or himself), mainlining crack, boozing, and meeting his sexual needs as he can. He’s repressed abuser of every known substance, including his downward spiraling self. He rambles through a primal story in a howling trance: “No one can kill me. I’m blessed. I’m a fucking Catholic.”

But the rape of a young virgin nun not only arouses him but pushes him into religious hallucinations in which Christ appears. Christ but not forgiveness. Nor are bookies forgiving. And the dye is cast.

Ferrara’s guilt imagery is heavy-handed at times and Keitel’s burdening ache hardly in need of assists from nun-inspired visions. That said, the film is an X-ray of a lost and malignant man caught in a cesspool of his own making. Written by actress-model Zoë Lund, who died of a cocaine overdose in 1999.

About the Author:

A military brat, Marcia Yarrow was born in Hamburg, Germany but grew up in Germany, Spain, and Provo, Utah. She's been writing for the magazine since its creation in 2004.