Dir. Barbet Schroeder (1987).
Bleary to the max, Barbet Schroeder’s homage to Bukowski affords Mickey Rourke the role he was born to play—opposite Fay Dunaway, no less, and easily his best part before The Wrestler.
The allure is probably a freedom that was afforded kids and adolescents that I don’t think is afforded them now. If you imagine this story in the current day, Alana would be running down the street with a phone shoved in her back pocket.