The New Cult Canon: Miami Blues
"Break-ing, ent-er-ing
The dark and lonely places
Finding a big gun"
A nice haiku generally isn't the stuff of
hard-boiled crime fiction, but then Miami Blues—a pastel-colored
neo-noir from 1990, based on the book by pulp novelist Charles
Willeford—isn't any old piece of paperback trash, either. Known for
injecting quirk into the genre without letting any sentimentality seep through,
Willeford is a revisionist's dream, because he didn't play by the rules but
respected them all the same. (It's little wonder that his work also translated
smoothly to the big screen in the form of Monte Hellman's classic 1974 Southern
actioner Cockfighter and Robinson Devor's stark, underrated 1999 indie The
Woman Chaser.)
Contemporary filmmakers are always looking for fresh ways to resuscitate
picked-over genres like Westerns or noirs, and in Willeford, writer-director
George Armitage found the perfect author to send up the '80s South Beach scene
without getting too cute about it. Funny as it is, Miami Blues has a baseline of sheer
malevolence, too, and it keeps the tension from going slack.
True of any great piece of poetry, that haiku
packs the essence of the movie into 17 compact syllables: The first and third
lines are a thief's playfully self-conscious description of his own actions, as
he slips off into a neighbor's apartment looking for valuables to fence, and
finds a coin collection, some nice-looking pork chops for dinner, and, of
course, a big handgun. In his fantasy world, which is vast and ever-expanding,
haiku is just another silly little tic to add to the repertoire; when his
hooker girlfriend introduces him to it as part of a homework assignment for
community college, he's all too eager to make poetry out of the first thing
that pops into his head. The second line is the kicker, though: "The dark and
lonely places" is what noir is all about, and the darkest and loneliest place
in Miami Blues
is this guy's head. I've seen the movie several times, and I'm no closer to
understanding exactly what dark impulse makes him tick, and why he commits
crimes with such restless, compulsive abandon.
The man in question is Fred Frenger (Alec Baldwin),
a.k.a. "Junior," an ex-con who resumes a life of petty thievery in Miami under
the name Herman Gottlieb, which makes him sound like one of the city's
retirees. (And when he dons a pair of colorful plaid pants, he looks the part,
too.) Right off the plane, he scoops up the first stray piece of luggage he can
find, descends an escalator, and snaps back the fingers of a Krishna who asked
him too many questions. ("My name's Ravindra. What's your name?" "Trouble.")
The Krishna dies, mainly of shock, and immediately, Junior is up on a potential
homicide charge—before even leaving the airport. His chief adversary is
Sgt. Hoke Moseley, played by the loveably irascible Fred Ward, a homicide
detective whose calling card is a set of dentures forged by a forensic dentist.
Hoke likes to take his teeth out when he drinks, which is often, and he lays
them to bed at night in a splash of brandy.
Once in his hotel room, Junior's first order of
business is to order up a prostitute from the bellhop. Moments later, in
strolls the boyish Susie (or "Pepper," her hooker name), an inexperienced, sweetly
blinkered spitfire played by Jennifer Jason Leigh. The two of them make an odd
love connection: She's a naïve, submissive plaything, and the combination of
her innocence and his childlike nature creates instant chemistry. When he
admits that he hasn't been with a woman in a long time, the relationship suddenly
shifts from businesslike and desultory to something more serious and lasting. A
couple of scenes later, they're engaged and living together, with Susie playing
happy homemaker to the shirtless, beer-swilling mystery man who compliments her
cooking and keeps his nefarious activities a secret.
The funny thing about Miami Blues is that the homicide
investigation is over before it starts: Hoke only has a shake a couple of trees
before he finds out where "Herman Gottlieb" lives, and he spends a delicious
pork-chop dinner toying with poor Junior like a cat with a ball of thread. But
Junior isn't one to be toyed with: Rather than wait for the hammer to drop, he
hunts down Hoke at his apartment, beats him within an inch of his life, and
takes Hoke's badge, gun, and precious chompers for good measure. Now this thug
is not only on the loose, he's also out on the streets impersonating a police
officer. And for added humiliation, Junior inadvertently solves a murder case
that Hoke had been working for 15 months!
Setting a crook with a badge loose on the streets
of Miami is a juicy enough premise, but Junior's unusual M.O. makes it even
juicier. Though Junior isn't averse to random crimes, like "break-ing and
ent-er-ing" or snapping a Krishna's fingers, he prefers to target other crooks.
As he puts it to Susie, who wants to know about his "former" life, he was sent
to prison for robbing people who robbed people. ("Like Robin Hood?" she asks.
"Yeah, except I didn't give the money to the poor people.") It's hard to fathom
exactly why Junior shakes down pickpockets and stick-up men. He doesn't do it
out of civic duty, or else he'd give the money back, like a good citizen. Maybe
he wants to feel superior to the other lowlifes, or maybe he feels that once a
crime has been committed, the spoils might as well go to him. Whatever the
case, the badge makes him giddy with power and stokes his childish desire to
play pretend, as he does in this scene:
At the same time, there's a part of Junior that
really does want to get domestic with a sweet girl like Susie. She's one of
those women who gives everything and asks for little in return. So long as
Junior provides for her through his sketchy "investments" and shows a little
appreciation for the home-cooked meals she turns out for him every night,
that's all she needs. Susie's trusting obliviousness and lack of expectations
becomes heartbreaking to watch: When she tells Junior her clichéd dreams of
having a house with a white picket fence and raising children, he makes it
clear that the house is fine, but kids are out of the question. "I don't want
to have any babies," he says. "This world's a shithole. Do you think you can
handle that?" And sadly enough, she can, because she can't imagine doing any
better.