8 Million Ways to
Die
Director: Hal Ashby
Year: 1986
Rating: 5.5
Director
Hal Ashby and scriptwriter Oliver Stone for some reason decided to take private
eye Matthew Scudder out of the grit and grime of New York City and transport
him to sunny Los Angeles. This wasn't as bad a decision as taking Philip
Marlowe out of L.A. and placing him in London in Robert Mitchum's The Big
Sleep - but Scudder is as New York as Sabrett hot dogs and prostitutes of
unknown gender on 11th avenue. They cut the heart out of the character and
turn him into a genial smiling blonde-haired dude who should be riding surfboards.
My guess is they did it because they didn't want to leave home and go live
in NYC for a few months. It's not like great fictional detectives haven't
worked in Los Angeles - Marlowe, Archer, Easy Rawlins - but Lawrence Block's
character of Scudder feels like he has NYC in his blood and the smell of
every lowlife bar in his hair. Every bartender from Brooklyn to the Bronx
can call Scudder by name and name his drink. L.A. is a floating city, nothing
is permanent or solid. Not even the drunks.
But this is now the home of Scudder (Jeff
Bridges). In this one he shoots a man holding a baseball bat right in the
chest in front of his family. That is his tipping point. And losing his wife
and daughter to the demon alcohol. He goes to AA and straightens out - a
big theme in the books - and takes on off the book jobs after leaving the
sheriff's department. When one of his AA folks hands him a $100 bill and
asks him to see a friend, off he goes. It is an upscale gentleman's club
of sorts that you need to take a vehicular to get to. Inside the plush interior
are betting tables and women with time on their hands. It is run by Chance
(Randy Brooks) a pimp that Scudder once bounced. Playing the tables is Angel
(Andy Garcia) who wears his malice like chain armor. Don't fuck with me should
be inscribed on his forehead. He has the eyes of a cobra. Garcia is the best
thing in the film seething with a beast inside that desperately wants to
break out.
The woman who sent him the $100 invitation
is one of the available women - Sunny (Alexandra Paul) - plays cool but once
she gets Scudder away tells him that she is frightened for her life from
Chance and needs his help to protect her till she gets on a plane the next
day. Simple enough except for that stop at the cleaners - she is taken and
murdered - and he hits the bottle like a security blanket. Once he sobers
up, he decides he needs to find the killer to redeem himself. He fucked up.
He hooks up with another one of the girls at the club - Sarah (Rosanna Arquette)
- a favorite of both Chance and Angel. The film is poorly paced and there
seems to be no real story to hang on to. Bridges plays Scudder like a lightweight
among heavies - nothing he does seems to make sense but then none of the
characters seem to have much of a motivation to do what they do. The stand-off
in the warehouse though is done really well - it has the tension that the
rest of the film is missing.