This is already becoming one of Scorsese's most unloved, forgotten films and I can't see why. This is definitely one of those films that needs a second look to be fully appreciated, but there is so much to love here.
Nicolas Cage, in one of his truly best and most fitting roles, is Frank the paramdic, haunted by ghosts of people who died on him. But eally, as written by Paul Schrader, this is a lok at the inner demons of being out there, every night, in NYC, among te worst and seeng the worst that the city has to offer.
Maybe I'm reading a bit into it, but I also see the Ghosts of Christmas Present, Past, and Future, embodied in John Goodman, Ving Rhames, and Tom Sizemore. Each ride with Frank at different points, each have a different outlook on the job. Goodman views it as a job, a way to pay the bills. Rhames as a divine calling, Jesus working throgh him on earth. And Sizemore is in it for the adrenaline thrills and as a means to play God, a vigilante-style paramedic out for blood any way he can. And they each ort of coincide with Frank's views at diffrent points in the film.
Cage and Schrader really take some iteresting looks at life and death. My favorite passge is when Frank admits that his training is only relevant 10 of the time, an that he saves life even less than that. He is there to "bear witness. I am a grief mop. It's enough that I just show up." Powerful stuff. Scorsese's direction s vibrant and alive, and Robert Richardsons cinematogaphy makes the horrific breathtaking. Even Elmer Bernstein proides an uncharacteristically moody score that works perfectly.
And yet no on seems to ever mention this film. I don't get it at all. Please tell me there are a bunch of closet admirers for this film.
Nicolas Cage, in one of his truly best and most fitting roles, is Frank the paramdic, haunted by ghosts of people who died on him. But eally, as written by Paul Schrader, this is a lok at the inner demons of being out there, every night, in NYC, among te worst and seeng the worst that the city has to offer.
Maybe I'm reading a bit into it, but I also see the Ghosts of Christmas Present, Past, and Future, embodied in John Goodman, Ving Rhames, and Tom Sizemore. Each ride with Frank at different points, each have a different outlook on the job. Goodman views it as a job, a way to pay the bills. Rhames as a divine calling, Jesus working throgh him on earth. And Sizemore is in it for the adrenaline thrills and as a means to play God, a vigilante-style paramedic out for blood any way he can. And they each ort of coincide with Frank's views at diffrent points in the film.
Cage and Schrader really take some iteresting looks at life and death. My favorite passge is when Frank admits that his training is only relevant 10 of the time, an that he saves life even less than that. He is there to "bear witness. I am a grief mop. It's enough that I just show up." Powerful stuff. Scorsese's direction s vibrant and alive, and Robert Richardsons cinematogaphy makes the horrific breathtaking. Even Elmer Bernstein proides an uncharacteristically moody score that works perfectly.
And yet no on seems to ever mention this film. I don't get it at all. Please tell me there are a bunch of closet admirers for this film.



