A wickedly funny black comedy that follows the increasingly bizarre series of events that befall hapless word-processer Griffin Dunne after he ventures out of his apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan and goes downtown in search of carnal pleasures. On a wild cab ride to SoHo,
Dunne loses the only folding money he has on him. When he goes to the loft of the sexy but quirky Rosanna Arquette, he discovers only Linda Fiorentino, working on a papier-mache sculpture. Eventually Arquette shows up, but she's such a hyperactive mass of contradictions that Dunne leaves. However,
when he plunks down the 90 cents he has to his name at the subway station, the attendant tells him the fare has gone up to $1.50 this very midnight. He's trapped in SoHo, and things only get worse as the night wears on.
Scorsese is in total command of his visual style in AFTER HOURS, a tightly constructed film that races from scene to scene. The story sprang from the mind of screenwriter Joseph Minion, a Columbia University film student who had written the script for a class. Dunne turns in a superb performance,
and we share his mounting frustration, fear, shame, and guilt. Scorsese ordered Dunne to abstain from sex and sleep during filming to increase his anxiety level, and filmed this small gem on location for the small budget of $3.5 million. leave a comment