A Jane Adams jag from Kansas City (1996). She has even less to work with here. Written and directed by Paul Schrader.
Willem Dafoe led as a listless, stalled drug dealer who has been clean for a couple of years. He's in what initially looks like a three-way with boss lady Susan Sarandon and smarmy David Clennon which turns out to be less than that. Waylaid by memory and dreams of do-overs, what do you know, long-lost-love-of-his-life Dana Delany (sister of Adams) returns out of the blue. Her character in the ensuing scenes is discontinuous, which just maybe was intended to show that she wasn't functioning too well. (Sarandon's character was similarly all over the map but at an executive level.) This being NYC, there's a serial killer (I think), a sanitation strike and an accurate psychic.
Sam Rockwell is so young here. The heavy duty soundtrack by Michael Been is overwrought. Humourless.
Roger Ebert: four stars. Vincent Canby was far less convinced. IMDB trivia: "The film briefly shown on TV in Ann's home at the beginning is Kenneth Anger's cult movie Scorpio Rising (1963)."
