Last Saturday after a brunch that included 3 Bloody Mary's, a pint of
Guiness & 2 large Grey Goose Martinis with olives (my favorite drink)
I decided to join some friends on a subway trip to 42nd St to see a
matinee of the film version of the fun & quirky Douglas Adams book
that I read on the beach one stoned afternoon back in the 1980s, THE
HITCHIKERS GUIDE TO THE GALAXY. Hey it was pouring rain, we were
smashed so...
I still feel an odd sensation when I walk down the Deuce. Unless you
work there or are attending the theatre most NYers NEVER go anywhere
near Times Sq/42nd St. There's just no reason to—the restaurants are
pricey & awful, the clubs are crap & the streets packed.
Since I can count on one hand the amount of times I've been there in
the past decade I still gaze at the strip & remember the old days. In
many cases the very same theatres that unspooled B, horror, action,
martial arts & porno flicks are now showing legit movies, live
theatre, bad blues (BB King's) & Madame Tussauds. It's really a full
circle as the Deuce was once the home of legit theatre, sumptious
movie palaces & vaudeville & fell into disrepute from the 1960s to the
late 1980s. Once great concert halls with incredible acoustics, grand
staircases, beautiful frescos & intricate woodworking were divided
up, plastered over & reduced to showing either porn or grindhouse
material. I remember sitting in the balcony of the New Amsterdam
watching DRILLER KILLER, passing a joint with my buddies (we weren't
the only tokers in the balcony), drinking a six pack of Schlitz &
noticing the mice that scurried near my seat every time I dropped
anything. The walls were grey & filthy, the dropped ceiling was really
dropping & the mensroom reeked of unwashed wino. Yeah, I loved that
era of the Deuce & all of its lawlessness & bwallowed in the squalor &
all of the freedom it allowed BUT I am NOT one of those cranks who
romanticize it. 42nd St & Times Sq is exactly as it should be right
now. A city that depends on tourism needs a centrally located place
for various forms of live & filmed entertainment, tacky tchochkes,
dumbass arcades & cheap eats. Its bright, its garish & the tourists
love it & that's all that matters. I was also lucky enough to never
have been the victim of the criminals who infested the area. Had I
been I probobly wouldn't have found their antics quite so amusing.
And the movie? It was fine...that's about it. It's a pretty good
translation of the book with good performances all around. Kudos
especially for the depiction of Marvin the Paranoid Android (voiced by
Alan Rifkin). This is EXACTLY how I imagined the character. The movie
feels like latter day Monty Python (the not that funny era) crossed
with DR WHO. Still it's a nice breezy lark & there are worse ways to
spend an afternoon. I was really irritated though that so much of the smart comedy from the book was missing such as Shooty and Bang-Bang and their incredibly silly dialogue. The role of the mice is cut, which leaves out one of the best gags in the book -"To Business!". The explanation of Ford's real name is gone. So are the unionized philosophers, Vroomfondel and Majikthise, one of the best bits in the original ("We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!"). One BIG quibble:
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The sappy ending. Unlike in the book the film ends with the Planet
Builders reconstituting Earth just as it was before its destruction,
with Arthur deciding to stay with Trillian & Zaphrod just for the
adventure. Phooey! The Arthur Dent of the book would've stayed on
earth had it been brought back from annihilation whichn is why in the
book it STAYS that way.