People believe
what they want to believe.
America
is everywhere. Far away and close at hand. A taxi ride to a complex
that houses the American dream. The
cultural storm centre we all whizz around. The hustle. The con.
The
watcher takes the short
taxi ride to a popular culture vortex in a light-industrial zone
where quick-fit sheds encase a plethora of entertainments: an arcade
of play machines; a ten-pin bowling alley; a restaurant; a diner,
where drinks are regular or large, never small or irregular; and a
seven screen cinema.
America
is immersive, loud, brash and colourful.
American
Hustle
is showing on Screen
4.
The
watcher alights from the taxi and readies for bamboozlement.
The
watcher sees a fetishised 1978. American
Hustle
is a nexus of necessity, survival, corruption amidst
biff/bash politics and religion.
Always take a
favour over money. I think Jesus said that as well.
There are leggy
women with canyon-like cleavages, a bald man with a comb-over, wigs
and curlers galore and an era-defining soundtrack.
The
watcher sees Roslyn
Rosenfeld,
played expertly by Jennifer Lawrence, collapse into the arms of a
Mafia mobster and sob that she can't handle change. She speaks the
American fear.
The
watcher is not surprised when this charming American hustler moves to
Miami, to join her new mobster lover. As a reader of Elmore Leonard's
glorious crime novels, the watcher knows this Miami.
Flowers! But with
garbage.
The
watcher and the entire audience laugh during the stand-out scene
involving a science oven (microwave) and Roslyn Rosenfeld's
Mametesque riff.
Bring
something into this house that's gonna take all the nutrition out of
our food and then light our house on fire? Thank God for me.
The watcher is in
the film. The watcher is in America and in the hustle. America and
the hustle are everywhere.
Did
you ever have to find a way to survive and you knew your choices were
bad, but you had to survive?
Survival is a life's
work.
Those
who survive in the arts in Ireland are tough, intelligent, highly
organised and relentlessly entrepreneurial.
The watcher leaves
the complex and climbs into another taxi, which pulls out of the
parking rank as iRadio plays
I've been through
the desert on a horse with no name,
It felt good to
be out of the rain.
America.
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