"Whoa, whoa whoa, whoa, whoa. . . whoa. Oh, yeah."Everything they told me about it is true. Nicolas Cage, although he's front and center, every scene, is barely in the movie. I mean, the movie is barely in the movie. Bad Lieutenant is strange even by Herzog standards--just an inch or two taller than Even Dwarfs Started Small. An abler critic would revisit Ferrara's film, on which this new mayhem is ostensibly based (it isn't), and painstakingly appraise the two in tandem, flaunting his noble jargon--intertextual, the transcendental signified, heteroglossia--like glistening limbs on some stunning hermeneutical acrobat. I, by contrast, degraded specimen, will note only the timely intrusion of the chicken song from Stroszek. It really is too bad Werner couldn't find a role for Harvey Keitel to play. If he had, there would be no more movies, because Bad Lieutenant would have been art after Auschwitz. You know?
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