JOHNNY SUEDE's stylish, dreamlike mood and abstract dialogue cannot compensate for its unsatisfying storyline and characters. The main problem is that Johnny is almost entirely passive: he drifts lackadaisically through the story, very rarely fighting back or generating any real conflict. The film
is occasionally intriguing on a visual level, thanks to the deliberately generic, anonymous urban setting, some Fellini-esque casting choices and, above all, Johnny's outrageous pompadour hairstyle. Ultimately, though, this is a derivative blend of surface elements from three far better films:
Martin Scorsese's AFTER HOURS, Jonathan Demme's SOMETHING WILD and David Lynch's BLUE VELVET. leave a comment
A case of attempted hip. This surrealistic fable from cinematographer turned writer-director Tom DiCillo occasionally succeeds, but more often it simply collapses under the weight of its own absurdity. Johnny Suede (Brad Pitt) is a young man who aspires to be a rock 'n' roll star in the
mold of his 1960s idol, Ricky Nelson. Johnny has the right look, the right attitude and the largest pompadour in town, but a crucial element is still missing--he lacks a cool pair of shoes. Late one night, while he is leaving a downtown nightclub, a pair of black suede shoes literally drop from
the heavens into his path. Newly confident, Johnny comes close to destroying both his career and his love life.