I have not quite convinced myself that my work here is completely futile, nor do I believe that music has ground itself to a rut as I may have made it seem.
“This, my friends with whom I’m forging an unlikely bond, is the Planet Product Placement hotel, the best place to go if you wanna contrive an exciting climax.”
Larry Flynt, by his own admission, is a hard man to love, the kind of guy that proclaims that a woman with sperm on her face is the summit of artistic beauty.
Stern does a bang-up job showing his development as a broadcaster (the progression of his radio voice and persona is marvelous) and showing his sensitive side.
Writer/director James Mangold obviously didn’t want to take any chances, so not only is Stallone’s Freddy Heflin, the sheriff of a small New Jersey town populated by crooked New York cops, a badge-wearing slug, but he’s also deaf in one ear.
“Now what the fuck are we gonna do? Mr. Burnt Sienna’s fuckin’ dead! That means I’ll have no one to bounce my sarcastic pop-culture references off of!”