Here's the premise of this excellent film--a young man (Dunne) meets a good looking blonde (Arquette) in an upper east side cafe with whom he strikes up a conversation. She's staying in SOHO (South of Houston St.), and gives him her number. He calls her later that night when he gets home, and she invites him over. Dunne takes Arquette up on the invitation, and what follows is a zany adventure where a subsequently 'broke' Dunne encounters a series of blondes (including Arquette) who quickly reveal to him that they're all nuts in some way or other. As the clock ticks on into the wee small hours, Dunne's goal is transformed from wanting to score to wanting to just get home--but either crazy blondes, stoned burglers, vengeful cabbies or angry murderous mobs stand in his way and keep him stranded in SOHO. The reason this movie is dated is because in 1985 there weren't any ATM machines around in SOHO (as far as I can remember)--so Dunne's inability to get a couple of bucks would really not happen today, since SOHO is no longer the dark, seedy, yet trendy artists' hangout it used to be back in the time Scorsese made this flick: there's a Swatch Shop, Club Monaco, Banana Republic, Zales Jewelers, Starbucks, and Chase bank all within a couple of blocks from the setting of this film!
Review of After Hours
