| Brown's Requiem (1998) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) | 
| I recently re-watched L.A. Confidential, and I was so impressed by 
            it that I decided I've give a shot to another film made from a James 
            Ellroy novel. Brown's Requiem is actually the third feature film based on an 
            Ellroy book. (James Harris' Cop, with James Woods in the title role, 
            was based on Ellroy's "Blood On The Moon".) While Brown's Requiem is 
            not in the same league as LAC, I found it a decent watch. You have 
            to understand, however, that I love excessively complicated stories 
            about hardboiled down-on-their-luck detectives taking on the corrupt 
            establishment, and I'll watch almost anything in this genre. Judging 
            by the comments at IMDb and elsewhere, most fans of Mr Ellroy's 
            writing seem to feel that this film is an excellent adaptation of 
            the spirit of the book and its characters, but the film's overall 
            rating is mediocre. Ellroy's story has all the usual types of plot elements from L.A. corruption stories: a bit of father-daughter incest; an eccentric rich guy who lives with the homeless because he's afraid to sleep indoors; a corrupt chief of police who once fired our hero; grisly murders; obnoxious policemen. Like many such stories, it has a meandering focus. The detective (Michael Rooker) is hired to do one thing, but spends most of the time looking for his client. In fact, the true driving force of the story is the search for the client, which takes Rooker up and down the coast from LA to TJ. | 
| Brown's Requiem was made on the cheap by an auteur who has no other credits at IMDb, so production values are not impressive, and the direction involves some unusual choices. Although voice-over narration is a staple of this genre, in fact a necessity because of the plot complexity issue, there is altogether too much of it in this film, and Michael Rooker is not an especially good narrator, so I sometimes felt like I was back in school, following along with something that the teacher had chosen a classmate to read aloud. | 
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 | Notes on the marketing of the DVD: 1. The film is supposed to be rated R for "violence, nudity and language". There is no nudity. There is some nudity in the trailer, which is also on the DVD, but that scene was cut from the film. Even that is not very impressive - it is a stripper wearing a thong, with tasseled pasties over her nipples. In the film itself, Selma Blair is seen in bikini underwear. 2. The ad on amazon.com says that there are deleted scenes on the DVD. There are none, although the trailer includes footage not in the film. | ||||
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