I freely admit that the
appeal of Greenwich Village’s grungy underground scene has always escaped me,
even when I was peripherally acquainted with the scene during my NYU
film-school days. Therefore, it’s no surprise that quasi-iconic punk-rock
filmmaker Amos Poe’s black-and-white thriller The Foreigner left me cold. Featuring a plot that’s either
nonsensical or trite, depending on how literally one interprets the onscreen
images, the picture is marked by abysmal sound recording (many lines were
dubbed, terribly, during postproduction), crappy cinematography (think garish
lighting and spastic handheld camerawork), and ridiculously lifeless acting. If
you can imagine a 77-minute student film shot on amateur stock and padded with
drably filmed sequences of punk bands playing in dingy clubs, you’ve got an
idea of why The Foreigner represents
an endurance test for anyone but devoted fans of downtown hipsterism. The plot
has something to do with European spy Max Menace (Eric Mitchell) spending time
in New York while awaiting a rendezvous with the mysterious individual who will
give him the details for his next job. Max wanders the streets, visits with
strangers, endures a weird one-night stand with a chick who ties him up, and
gets beaten and chased by enigmatic assailants. There’s also a random bit
involving an Asian woman in a skin-tight catsuit being hired to spy on Max for
reasons that are never clear (or interesting). What’s most peculliar about The Foreigner is the film’s paradoxical
nature—it’s a “No Wave” exercise designed to flout the mainstream, and yet the
overarching storyline is as conventional as that of a James Bond movie. Was the
film meant to deconstruct popcorn cinema through unskilled emulation? Whatever,
man. Perhaps the only reason The
Foreigner still enjoys minor notoriety is that Blondie singer Deborah
Harry—one of the most famous participants in the Greenwich Village scene of the
late ’70s and early ’80s—pops up for one very brief scene. Alas, her
appearance, like everything else about The
Foreigner, is forgettable and pointless.
The Foreigner: SQUARE
One of the worst films I have ever watched. Does anyone need another reason to hate self-obsessed "America"? Try this!
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