Drunkard Mickey Rourke shacks up with booze hound Faye Dunaway, bangs fresh-faced literateur Alice Krige is this adaptation of a semi-autobiographical novel by Charles Bukowski.
We never get to see Rourke do anything in a writing way, but we seem assured of his solid credentials as he leers his way through this examination of the cheap bars of Los Angeles and the the souses who inhabit them. I was not impressed by the story, although I do appreciate the exchange between Rourke and Miss Krige, where she chides him for living like a bum; he responds that he is a bum, and does she want him to write about the suferings of the upper classes, when no one suffers like the poor?
We never get to see Rourke do anything in a writing way, but we seem assured of his solid credentials as he leers his way through this examination of the cheap bars of Los Angeles and the the souses who inhabit them. I was not impressed by the story, although I do appreciate the exchange between Rourke and Miss Krige, where she chides him for living like a bum; he responds that he is a bum, and does she want him to write about the suferings of the upper classes, when no one suffers like the poor?