After Hours

After Hours ★★★★½

Happy birthday, Marty. To celebrate, watched one of yours that was new to me. What a ride.

This simultaneously feels so unique in Scorsese's canon yet also like something only Scorsese could have made. The ability to make love for New York look so contemptuous is second only to Taxi Driver, and the film's focus on dream logic somehow almost makes it feel more insidious. The link to the emotional state of our hapless protagonist is beyond iron-clad by the time we reach the film's appropriately, bleakly cyclical ending. This film also falls into one of my favorite sub-genres; the wildly symbolic mainstream film where you truly have no idea what most of it represents. Those touches elevate this to one of the great dark comedies I've ever seen.