What can I say? Total cartoony awesome fun. I like Dick Tracy like I like iced cream. This was one of those movies my childhood best friend had over at his house, one of those trusty standbys like ET or Terminator 2 for the weekends it was too hot to want to do anything.
Knowing what we all know know about Warren Beatty, all I see is oldtimers sex when I look at that man. It makes the movie hard to enjoy. But there's a new joke or twist every fifteen seconds, so every fleeting moment of Beatty-awkward are swiftly washed away with capers and gunfights and wind-blown yellow jackets.
The kid is cute, the love interest is sweet, and the seductive dancing girl is adequately enthralling. Al Pacino gets let off his chain in this movie to completely freak out as an over-embellished mobster. It's wicked. He's exactly as intense as he was in Dogday Afternoon. It's like if they got him to play Donald Duck. Every scene of his basically stands in for a montoge. We see him telling people that he's the boss. He tells people he's taking over this town, and there's not enough room for both of us, and balah-blah-blah... It's all so reasssuringly padded you can't not have fun.
We see here frequent peril and heroism, Dick Tracy always with his ethics on his sleeve navigates the tretcherous undercurrent of crime with a kind of insatiable vigor that I'm thinking about Warren Beatty having sex again. Ugh.
I didn't used to have this problem, but it's still not a deal breaker. The color is fun and the characters are priceless and everything sort of bleeds together into this trance-inspiring picturesque collage of simplified justice and old-school storytelling.
It watches like a comic book, which shouldn't be surprising because it's based on one. I like comic books and I like Dick Tracy.
Watch Dick Tracy.
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