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Night at the Golden Eagle (2001) is a English movie. Adam Rifkin has directed this movie. Vinny Argiro,James Caan,Donnie Montemarano,Natasha Lyonne are the starring of this movie. It was released in 2001. Night at the Golden Eagle (2001) is considered one of the best Drama movie in India and around the world.
After spending more seven years in prison, the criminal Tommy is released and his former partner Mick is waiting for him to take him home. Mick is an ex-convict that is straight now, working as a janitor in a porno shop and living in the decadent and filthy Golden Eagle hotel in Los Angeles. He tells Tommy that he has saved 2.5 thousand dollar and has bought two tickets to Las Vegas for them. Mick's intention is to find a job in a casino and begin a new life with his old friend in a nice place. The dirty Golden Eagle is a joint where prostitutes meet clients and losers and decadent people live. When Mick goes to work his last night in his job, Tommy brings the prostitute Amber to the room to have sex with her. Amber works with her friend Sally on the streets and their pimp is the strong Rodan that is luring the fifteen year-old runaway Loriann, promising that she will become a cinema actress. Tommy fails with Amber and she mocks him. Tommy gets angry and kills Amber. When Mick returns...
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NIGHT AT THE GOLDEN EAGLE (2002) ***1/2 Donnie Montemarano, Vinny Argiro Natasha Lyonne Ann Magnuson, Vinnie Jones, Sam Moore, Fayard Nicholas, Miles Dougal, Badja Djola, James Caan (Cameo) . Character driven piece of pulp fiction with career criminal Montermarano recently released from a stint in the joint and hooking up with his old cronie Argiro whose plans on going straight including his newly returned to society buddy to a jaunt to Las Vegas ends up with some cruel twists of fate on a sweltering night in the titular Los Angeles flophouse. With the feel of a novella come to life the ensemble cast of misfits, losers and degenerates set in this moldy enclave of despair permeates like a rotting carcass thanks largely to filmmaker Adam Rifkin's vision of hell on Earth (kudos to the ace cinematography by Checco Verese for his seamy look at the underbelly of humanity at its worst). Grim, uncompromising and deftly cutting to the bone of contrition.
Good Depiction of dead end life
I saw this movie the other night on IFC. I think this movie is meant to show you what life is like at seedy hotel like The Golden Eagle, rather then concentrate on Mic and Tommy's bid for a better life in Las Vegas. I know first hand what these hotels are like, because in the late summer of 1987, I did a research paper for school and stayed at a place called The Imperial located at 208th and Broadway in NYC. I spent 5 nights as part of my project, and some days was never more scared in my life. There were all kinds of low life and scum that lived there. Most of the room were rented by the hour, for $18 by the owner, a dirt bag named Pablo, at least that was what he was called. He sat behind 3 inch bullet proof glass and everything cost something. There was a nice touch where Rifkin has the front desk guy at the Golden Eagle selling cigarettes for $1 per smoke. Pablo rented you the room for the hour and then charged you for the key, sheets, towels. Prostitutes that lived there or used the rooms all had to report to the pimp who stood in the lobby, who was about 6'6 , covered with tattoos, was missing an eye and carried one of those 'Crocodile' Dundee knives. I think Vinnie Jones character Rodan was tame compared to this guy. I never got his name, but I tried often to avoid this guy. The 3rd night I was there, he really smashed some John's head in. I paid $8.25 a night for a room the 1st two nights, and $15 a night for the last 3 for a "delux room" which meant it had a bathroom in it and black & white TV. Most of the other rooms where rented out to the bums who washed windshields and managed to get $8.25. Pablo on several nights allowed anyone to sleep on a couch for $5 and could use a bathroom for $3,each time. The garbage was piled high and the place was rank. I learned from an old guy named Walt, who had lived there 10 yrs, Think of Mr. Maynard, that the place was once great in the 40s and 50s. Some of the old timers where just cursed with living too long, as their pensions and social security was not enough to sustain any sort of life. I befriended a hooker named Isablla, who about 15, maybe 16 who crashed in my room 2 nights, then followed me home after my week was up. I sent her away with $200 and drove her to NJ. I can't say if any ex-cons or recently released cons lived among the others, several residents were minimum wage employees. Minimum wage in 1987 was $3.35 per hour. A bunch were old, some really old. There were bathrooms at the end of all halls which were the only ones on the floors accept for the 4th floor where 'delux rooms" where offered. Hardly any showers worked, and most of the toilets were over flowing. I thought the movie moved slowly, but I think that was intentional to show the dead end life. There is nothing to do there, most residents are too afraid to venture out side and trouble is everywhere. The part with the dead body in the back alley is so true and Tommy's line "she's a hooker, no one is gonna miss er' " is true. There was one OD while I was there and another wino dead in the stairwell. The cops were nearly invisible, occasionally showing up to harass a pusher or hooker. The last night, one guy ran up the fire escape to get away from the cops and jumped from one roof to the next. Most of the windows were broken and the IRT was running all night. Remember " The Blues Brothers"? I went back 10 years later in 1998, and found that the place was now in control of the Catholic Church and was still a flop house, where bums could only stay a few nights then had to move on. The nuns kept the place as clean as can be, at least the stench was replaced by a Strong disinfectant smell. One nun told me that the building was a crack den before it was raided and then abandoned for almost a year before the church took over. Nowbody had an idea what happened to Pablo, or Walt or if Isabella ever came back. If you want to know what life is like in cities where this can be your only housing alternative, then I recommend this movie.
excellent gritty stuff. What indie film-making should be
I'm not a fan of Adam Rifkin's lighter, more commercial stuff ("The Chase", "Detroit Rock City") but I was blown away by "The Dark Backward", which is one of the darkest, most transgressive contemporary films I've seen and that made me seek out "Night at the Golden Eagle", which I also really liked. Golden Eagle has the same obsession with darker than dark, hell-on-earth textures as Dark Backward. I'm not sure how Rifkin does it, but I've seen few other filmmakers who really capture that sense that you are truly looking into the bowels of hell. Even David Lynch doesn't quite go this far down. Basic plot involves two old-time cons, one having just been released from prison. The other has been living a straight life at the titular fleabag motel, home to prostitutes, geriatric Hollywood hoofers, and other assorted weirdos and drug addicts. The two old cons have a plan to head to Vegas in the morning and start fresh lives as blackjack dealers, but when a hooker ends up dead in their room, things get complicated. There's also a subplot involving a very young prostitute being shown the tricks of the trade by a motherly older prostitute (played by Ann Magnuson). The film is actually a pretty big downer. Some definite shades of Bukowski and Hubert Selby Jr. Comic relief comes in the form of a b.s.-spouting, television obsessional (played wonderfully by old-time soul great Sam Moore) and a much put-upon desk clerk ("EVERYONE needs something! I'm out of milk, fer Christ's sake!"). More than anything this makes me wish Rifkin would stick to the darker, textural stuff he has such an undeniable gift for creating.
Down! Waaay Down.
That is how I felt after watching this spectacle of humanity. Completely down. Like I was damaged and left for refuse on the side of the curb. Rifkin did a wonderful job of giving us a side of humanity that we usually see but not at its gritty and gnarly best. This film is right up there with Aronofsky's "Requiem for a Dream" only it feels slightly more polished. The locale for one lent a perfectly hopeless air to the mise en scene. Rifkin played with the color saturation in such a way that it also added an extra layer of desperation to the visuals. Perfection, and this movie is right up there with other modern despair epics like Atlantic City and Requiem for a Dream.
Riveting, Mesmerizing, Disturbing and Traumatic...See it!
"Night at the Golden Eagle" is the kind of work that grabs your package and squeezes for 90 minutes. It's like careening around your own subconscious during night terrors. The film smacks of the depths of loneliness, despair and the threads of pure survival, filtered through a sublimely artistic prism of the characters' self-delusional hopes and desperate dreams. The direction is crisp, the cinematography excruciatingly magnificent, the acting expertly banal, and the characters out of some finely honed noir nightmare. A cheap indie full of unknown players exquisitely cast, with the awesome kick of an "L.A. Confidential" or "Seven". I couldn't look away, as much as I wanted to. A coarse gem for anyone who believes that movies can actually be art. Watch it very late at night, and then take an Ambien...otherwise you won't sleep.