The Colour of Money, 1986 pool sharking sequel to The Hustler with Paul Newman and Tom Cruise. 8/10.|
Stylistically very 'of its moment' with the grundge and grime and muted pallete of the 70s still not completely covered up by 80s gloss. A slightly garbled plot as well, one where the twists are surprising because you've lost track of what's really happening in the first place. But there's no getting away from the three central performances and especially Newman's study in authenticity and defiance. Yes the Hustler is a better film but this one is perhaps more accessible because Tom Cruise is now so familiar to us. And look, he can actually act, even if his character is basically 'Tom Cruise turned up to 11, with all the aspie red flags that comes with'.
Forest Whitaker as well, fuck me that's up there with Christopher Walken in True Romance for impact. Newman's roaring simian response is one of the most intense and honest scenes I've seen, seems that the 80s could do candour as well as anybody.
I did expect more from Mary Elisabeth Masterantonio's knockers, and less from her hips.
/ebay search for 'Balabushka'
LB, you really are a massive geek.