Tales Of Ordinary Madness [VHS]
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Ben Gazzara stars as the grizzled, bleary, self-pitying and self-mocking neo-beat poet, Charles Serking. Serking is drinking himself to death - he rejects all offers of help, preferring the freedom of the streets, the inspiration of the bottle and the excitement of brief, sexual encounters. When he meets the beautiful, but mournful, prostitute Cass he begins to believe that love could redeem him, stop him drinking and get him writing again. However, Cass has sunk even lower than Serking and is trapped in a disturbing, downward spiral of self-hatred and mutilation which can only result in tragedy.
"Style is the answer to everything," intones skid row poet Charles Serking, played by the suitably grizzled and worn Ben Gazarra, to his somnambulistic audience. Serking is, of course, a not-at-all veiled stand-in for beat legend Charles Bukowksi, whose autobiographical short stories were the basis for Tales of Ordinary Madness. But Serking, in many ways, comes off more like a gin-soaked fantasy of a skid row Hemingway whose sports of choice are alcohol, women, and sex. Behind the salt-and-pepper beard and rummy eyes lies an actor too poised to allow himself to fully sink into the alcoholic sloppiness that Mickey Rourke so easily brought to the screen in the less pretentious and more concise Barfly, which Bukowski himself scripted. But if Italian-born director Marco Ferreri stumbles over the self-conscious dialogue, he's right at home capturing the seedy atmosphere of dim, run-down apartments and underlit bars in the real Hollywood Serking calls home. When Serking's fling with the stunning, self-mutilating Italian hooker Cass (Ornella Muti, who puts her oversized safety pin to some rather startling uses) becomes too emotional, he takes the anonymous safety of the streets--crashing in a flophouse, passing around a bottle with a listless knot of derelicts. Serking melds right in with the littered streets and lost souls, a real man of the people. Suddenly you see it: he's got style. --Sean Axmaker
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This kind of drinking is a form of self harming and Marco Ferreri captures this on a number of occasions here,, without being sycophantic or wallowing in the mad poet's myth. Furthermore,, Ordinary madness for me, portrays an eloquent tragedy that Bukowski was all about,, constantly pursuing happiness only to piss on it and trample it into the dirt as soon as it rears its lovely head. The scene where he tries to return to his mother's womb after sex with the large girl is both funny and utterly disturbing. Rourke was accidentally playing himself too much to even touch Bukowski's DNA.
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Bukowski had style. Ferreri has style. This film is an achingly human, drunken odessey inspired by the writings of Bukowski. This is not an adaptation, but captures the essence and complements his works. It shares carnality, a gritty realism, the pain and desperation of being human. It's provocative. It's uncomfortable. It's the underbelly and grimness of life that too often goes unrecognized. Or if acknowledged, you numb it with alcohol; you engage in self-destructive behaviours; you mask it with eroticism; you become a whore of an angel; you write. Whether these actions are to escape yourself or to regain feeling, it is human ~ it is pain ~ it's art if done with style ~ and, it's got soul.