Monday, March 9, 2009
Day Forty-Three: Arthur (1981) - Rank 4/5
It was the birth of Dudley Moore's career and the death of his liver. Watching any film starring the frequently intoxicated actor involves a fairly high level of tolerance, for he dishes out as many bad puns as drinks he consumes. For the better part, I find most of his films enjoyable - "Foul Play" or "Santa Claus: The Movie"...actually, the latter isn't the best example of Moore's work. Now John Lithgow on the other hand...
In short, Moore is hilarious as playboy Arthur Bach because he's shitfaced for nine tenths of the film (and I have no doubt that much of his inebriation wasn't an act). The whole plot is a tried and true scenario: rich person falls in love with poor person and must decide between wealth or happiness. Nevertheless, I was hooked in the first five minutes when the following dialog takes place between Arthur and a prostitute:
Prostitute: My mother died when I was six.
Arthur: Jesus! Don't they know what that does to a kid?
Prostitute: Then my father raped me when I was twelve.
Arthur: So you had six relatively good years!
I laughed for a solid five minutes and had to rewind just to hear it again. Absolutely brilliant. Of course, my hysterics could have been assisted by a glass of wine. And by glass, I mean bottle. Wait, I forgot where I was going with that.
Watch the Trailer