"It's got Turturro, so that's a good start. What else? That's all."
I recently rented this video for the second time. Why? Was it that good? Was it unforgettable? No. Exactly the opposite. I'd forgotten I'd seen the damn thing.Imagine my surprise when I realised that I was watching a fairly blah movie for the second time. And I owed late fees on it as well!
But perhaps that's being unfair to this Spike Lee joint. It's not an awful movie by any stretch, just not one that's sits there at the front of your lobes. It's no Do The Right Thing, nor is it even a She's Gotta Have It (a fairly overrated effort if you ask me).
Clockers is the story of a drug dealer with a bad tum-tum. Mehki Phifer is Strike, said ulcerific peddler. When a local dude is killed late one night and Strike's older brother confesses, a gnarly old cop, Harvey Keitel, doesn't believe the confession and places his gaze on nasty li'l bro.
Strike likes trains. And fluro overalls. And milk.
Local kiddies look up to Strike, cos "he da man". Strike's buddies don't think "he da man". They think "he da snitch, beeatch".
Harvey Keitel's partner, John Turturro thinks he got nice hair.
So what's the deal here? Any good? Worth watching? Yeah, it's "aight". The music in Lee films always sets a fine atmosphere and here it's no different. The cast is all over cool with the exception of the lead, who struggles with the task of cringing in guttural pain every few lines.
"Da man" as I see it in this film is Delroy Lindo, who plays Rodney, Strike's godfather of sorts. He comes across as a truly nastay individual.But regardless of how decent this film is, it won't change a life. It has it's moments, in fact it has plenty of them, but once the tape has ejected it's "that Spike Lee flick about the guy with a sore belly"... and that's all.