: Rich people with problems in the eighties are forced to deal with the troubles of the times: greed, cocaine, HIV/AIDS and more.
: What an A-list cast: Mickey Rourke
, Winona Ryder
and Kim Basinger
. Interesting enough, these are all stars of the eighties, which is exactly where this movie should have stayed. The script on paper might have been intriguing, but the flick loses itself in the madness of several intertwining stores that do not mesh. Rourke is a kidnapper and borderline child molester. Basinger is an unhappy wife who is having sex with a horny teenager. Ryder is a newscaster who is having an affair. These are all characters with low morals and no conscious, but would have existed better in their own movie.
Normally, films with so much debauchery are fun or at least interesting to watch—The Informers
is the exception to the rule. With dialogue that doesn’t say much and a plot that is held together with a tattered string, the movie is flat as Crystal Pepsi (sorry, I couldn’t resist cheesy eighties line!).
Sure, the acting is flawless. Rourke in his first movie since The Wrestler
can still grab a camera. Even though Basinger has played too many victimized roles, she shines on the screen. Winona Ryder, who was the Angelina Jolie
of the eighties and early nineties, is sharp as the stiff newscaster.
In my fight to say something good, The Informers
effectively captures the eighties in style, sound and feel. But, is this a decade we want to remember? The Reagan
era? The crack epidemic? Greed? Furthermore, if we want to remember, let’s do it creatively. I was more interested in the vintage television sets, shoulder pads and lack of cell phones than I was the story line.
Oh—and just like a classic eighties film, no people of color exist.
is in theatres today.