I watched the 80s dark comedy classic Something Wild for the first time last night. There's a moment when Melanie Griffith (before the plastic surgery and Antonio Banderas) robs a liquor store wearing the most devastatingly cool pair of black sunglasses, which have plastic skeletons glued to the rim of the lenses. Not only did I want them immediately, I wanted to be transported back to a time when an accessory like that would actually be pushing it. Now, you'd see them worn by Iggy Pop in a John Varvatos ad or in the window of his new store in the old CBGB space.
Like Desperately Seeking Susan (it's cinematic soulmate), the movie is old New York ... you know, the one before Pinkberry moved onto St. Mark's Place. Griffith plays a boho wild child who takes Jeff Daniels' Wall Street starch shirt for a mad cap ride that quickly turns felonious. It's surprisingly dark, complex and endearingly oddball. In short, it's a rare studio film that could never be made today. Strike that, they would probably consider a re-make, but only if Heidi and Spencer would headline.
"nothing very interesting happens in well-lighted places."
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