The gangster/detective thing should be done with a certain finesse, so here’s a message to Hollywood: Next time you attempt this, avoid ruining a good director.
Shot in beautiful black and white by the elusive Bruce Weber, we follow the saint of the jazz scene through his biggest fears and most elaborate dreams.
The animation is superb, and the vocal characteristics are perfect. Funny, I never thought I’d find a giant animated spider with a French-accent so sexy.
Encased in leather at all times, Pamela Anderson Lee’s breasts show themselves to be an indomitable fashion statement, prominent, not to be denied or ignored.
London swings, and boy, was that pendulum swingin’ in the late ’50s. This was the time to be a young cat or kitten, prowling the dives, lookin’ for fresh kicks.
Spheeris proved her heavy mettle in the p-rock socio-exploitation genre. Imagine if Decline… had been all about Eugene, and you’ve pretty much got Suburbia.