Barfly Page #3

Synopsis: Henry Chinaski never cared for the American dream, the thought of needing to become 'something' and fit into the system disgusts him. He believes that life is free and yours to live like you see fit, and if that in some cases involves copious amounts of whiskey then so be it. Henry spends his days drinking and listening to the radio, and he spends his nights drinking and fighting against Eddy who he thinks personifies shallowness and shameless self promoting. Sometimes in the middle of this he finds the time to jot down a few lines of poetry or a short story. After fighting Eddy and winning for a change Henry is thrown out of his regular bar where Eddy is a bartender. This leads him to seek another watering hole where he happens to find Wanda who is a barfly, in her own words "if another man came along with a fifth of whiskey, I'd go with him". Henry is not fazed by this thou and moves in with her. Of course Wanda immediately goes off and sleeps with Eddy, but after some clothes throwi
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance
Director(s): Barbet Schroeder
Production: Cannon Releasing
  Nominated for 1 Golden Globe. Another 3 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.3
Metacritic:
70
Rotten Tomatoes:
74%
R
Year:
1987
100 min
1,825 Views


All things that I don't wanna be. All places that I

don't wanna go, like India, like get my teeth cleaned.

Save the whale, all that. I don't understand that.

You're not supposed to think about it.

I think the whole trick is not to think about it.

Oh, I guess Wanda went home, huh?

- Henry.

- Yeah?

Eddie came in with a fifth of burbon.

Tonight's his night of, Ben's working his shift.

I won't miss Eddie tonight.

Henry, Wanda left with Eddie.

Huh? What?

- Jim?

- Yeah?

Scotch and water.

Humanity, you never had it from the beginning.

Hello.

I paid the rent.

Did you get the job?

Yeah, I start tomorrow. Matred D Musso at Frank's.

Listen, I told you not to leave me alone.

- Don't hit me!

- Hit you? I'm not your goddamned pimp.

Stop acting like one.

Why it had to be Eddie?!?!

- He symbolizes everything that disgusts me!

- What?

Obviousness, unoriginal macho energy.

Ladies man.

You're right. He's not much.

I made an error, an unhappy error,

but I'll drink.

When I drink, I'm moving in

a wrong direction.

You know, every time I get with a woman,

something happens.

Sometimes it happens sooner,

sometimes it happens later.

- This time it happened pretty fast.

- ? ? you don't own me.

Hey, that's right. Nobody owns anybody.

I just thought, that we are something special.

Because we're just green corn.

Hey, what are we? Just people

that pass in hallways?

I guess I expect too much.

Hey, I can't handle this scene, you know.

I ought to be a f***ing monk. Yeah.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Natali Sorensen. I know this sound like I'm a lunetic or

something, but I have this reason why I wish to talk to you.

- Well, what you wanna do?

- Well, what can man do with a third rate chipi.

- You keep talking like that and I'm leaving.

- I'll open the door for you.

I'll be a gentleman.

Go ahead.

- OK, I'm going.

- Hope, you'll find a live one.

You rotten son of a b*tch.

Oh, baby. Auch. What you...? What do ya...?

Auch, you've got something in there... Aaaauuuuuch.

I think a dripping sink. An empty bottle.

Euphoria.

Youth fenced in. Stamped. Shaven

Tough words. ? ?

Are you Henry Chinaski?

No, I'm Rion Spinks.

You're looking in bad shape.

Should I call a doctor?

Ooh, quite allright.

Where's the body? You?

There's no body.

We've got a call, that somebody was dying.

- Hey, everything is fine.

- You know what each of these calls cost the tax payer?

- Jesus, why don't you turn your radio down?

- I can't find anybody.

This this room 309, ain't it?

So you didn't put in the call, did you?

No, I didn't.

All right, sign this buddy.

Listen, you don't look so good.

Better go to bed or something.

Are you gonna sign this buddy?

This guy's f***ing nuts.

Right there, bellow the line.

Get some sleep, you'll feel better.

Come on, let's go, Lenny.

Goddamn you.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Oh yes, I'm allright.

If I wanna see you?

Well, you know what Tolstoy said. Tolstoy!

Tolstoy said:
"Regard the society of women as a necessary

unpleasentness of life and avoided as much as possible.

What?

Why? Yes, I know. Hey. I know that I'm in

your apartment, but I paid this month's rent.

Yes. Sure, I can always use a drink.

What you've said you're calling from?

Oh, allright. I'll see you in a minute.

How's your head?

Oh, my head needs a beer.

The booze is on Willbur Evans.

It's probably the last time,

I won't be able to run on him.

I guess it's not fair on Willbur,

but he's got nothing but money.

Ooh, poor Willbur.

What did you do when I was gone?

Where the hell are my panties?

Where the hell is anything?

Did an earthquake hit this place?

Oh, well, I was looking for a lottery ticket.

You don't play the lottery.

Oh, well, I. hahaha

Is your head really allright?

It's just fine.

- What did you say?

- Oh, it's hatred. It's the only thing that lasts.

That guy beats his old lady and

I hear he killed two guys.

Oh, sh*t. What the f***'s he doing out?

I don't know.

He killed one man, they put him in, and he got

out, killed that oher guy and now he's out again.

He killed one man, they put him in, and he got

out, killed that other guy and now he's out again.

Maybe it was selfdefence or maybe

it's our penal system.

Anyhow, he's out on parole.

He must jack off his parole officer,

when he comes around.

- I'm getting out.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

= Get up you whore!

Maybe this guy had a reason for killing.

Hey, most people think they do.

? What we're gonna do ?

Well, us? Us is gonna drink, I hope.

Pour me one then.

Thanks.

I feel kind of sleepy.

I don't know what it is.

The booze or what, but ...

- I need a nap.

- Hey, you'll go ahead, I'll watch things.

By the way, I didn't get that job.

Tomorrow is lighter.

I've been a waitress, a typist.

I can do it again.

Hey, you don't have to do anything.

I'll work something out.

This thing upon me, like a flower and a feast.

This thing upon me, crawling like a snake.

It's not death, but dying will solve it's power.

And as my hands drop the last desperate pen.

It's an cheap room.

They will find me there. I never

know my name, my meaning.

I know the treasure of my escape.

Henry?

Yes, what is it?

- Are you there?

- Yes, I'm right here.

Henry, I'm going to die.

What?

I'm gonna die.

I just saw this angel.

He came to take me.

And huge white wings.

He spread all across the room.

He's beautiful. Glowing.

He came to take me.

Hey. Hey, it gonna be all right.

Henry.

You better call an ambulance.

- You better call an ambulance.

- An ambulance?

I can't breath.

Henry? I'm going..

Hello, operator. I need an ambulance.

(sirens)

Oh, jesus!! What you guys work the day

shift and the night shift too?

- I'm gonna ask you the same thing.

- This time he's got the body.

Hey, sign here.

Don't you change your underwear?

- Sorry.

- Don't be sorry, just change your underwear.

No more calls here tonight, buddy, 'cause

I won't answer anymore calls here tonight.

- What about Wanda?

- Wanda's just drunk and besides that she's too fat.

Come on Harry, let's get out of here.

Did you hear what that son of a b*tch said?

- He said you're allright.

- That son of a b*tch said I was too fat.

He had no right to say that.

Do you think I'm too fat, Henry?

- Oh, no, no. You're just right, you're perfect.

- I thought so. Thank you.

Look, if you're going after a job in the morning,

you better get some sleep.

All right.

I really saw that angel.

His wings were moving.

Well, I'm glad he had the wrong address.

I would have missed you badly.

You're lying as a baby.

Hey walk, you're hung over,

why don't you go another day? Huh?

When you're feeling better

go look for a job.

What do you want me to do?

Go back to my drunken bable?

Yes.

The angel came.

That was a warning to get straight.

Hey. You don't believe in that

crap, do you?

Sure. More crap you believe in,

the more better off you are.

? I could use ? cigarette.

- Where the hell you're going, anyhow?

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Charles Bukowski

Henry Charles Bukowski (born Heinrich Karl Bukowski; August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994) was a German-born American poet, novelist, and short story writer. His writing was influenced by the social, cultural, and economic ambience of his home city of Los Angeles. His work addresses the ordinary lives of poor Americans, the act of writing, alcohol, relationships with women, and the drudgery of work. Bukowski wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of short stories and six novels, eventually publishing over 60 books. The FBI kept a file on him as a result of his column, Notes of a Dirty Old Man, in the LA underground newspaper Open City.Bukowski published extensively in small literary magazines and with small presses beginning in the early 1940s and continuing on through the early 1990s. As noted by one reviewer, "Bukowski continued to be, thanks to his antics and deliberate clownish performances, the king of the underground and the epitome of the littles in the ensuing decades, stressing his loyalty to those small press editors who had first championed his work and consolidating his presence in new ventures such as the New York Quarterly, Chiron Review, or Slipstream." Some of these works include his Poems Written Before Jumping Out of an 8 Story Window, published by his friend and fellow poet Charles Potts, and better known works such as Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame. These poems and stories were later republished by John Martin's Black Sparrow Press (now HarperCollins/Ecco Press) as collected volumes of his work. In 1986 Time called Bukowski a "laureate of American lowlife". Regarding Bukowski's enduring popular appeal, Adam Kirsch of The New Yorker wrote, "the secret of Bukowski's appeal. . . [is that] he combines the confessional poet's promise of intimacy with the larger-than-life aplomb of a pulp-fiction hero."Since his death in 1994, Bukowski has been the subject of a number of critical articles and books about both his life and writings, despite his work having received relatively little attention from academic critics during his lifetime. more…

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