Movies: After Hours

A film for the bad night in all of us.

Down the block from my house there was a little video store and I was a little frequent renter with grubby little hands and filthy balled-up dollar bills. I remember every time I walked in looking at a cover of a movie with a man's head pinched between a set of lady-fingers (red nail polish) and his neck was all twisted around. His head was the spinner-thing (i'm not a clock specialist) on top of a huge clock and the title was "After Hours". It gave me a weird vibe that told me there were tits in this movie, or something else I wasn't supposed to see, so I was afraid to bring it up to the counter. Twenty or so years later this movie just blew my fucking mind, not because it's awesome (it is), but because the first half is a mash of hellish nighttime occurrences I've actually had in my life. It got creepy. It's one of those "You wouldn't believe the night I'm having" movies, but mostly in a good way. I didn't even realized there was a Martin Scorsese movie I hadn't seen. And yes there are tits, since you wont let up about it, but we're talking Linda Fiorentino tits and if that is really what you're looking for I'd have to recommend "The Last Seduction" on Laser Disc. Yes, I will let you borrow it.