Do more coke. Sell more houses.

Nice guy realtor Eddie Gant wanted #1 on the board real bad.  He used to be top dog. Hell, he trained the whole damn team.  The young hot shots had an edge. He wanted in.

Eddie was a tried and true scotchman. "Cocaine? That's for crazy people."

But then she said, "Booze? That stuff will kill you. Here Eddie try, some of this."

Eddie was up. Sky high. Smooth talking. Closing deals. Cadillac driving. Sexing the wife. High-fiving the son. Back to numero uno.

Do more coke. Sell more houses.

A gram's not enough. How about an ounce?

Bad idea Eddie.

Eddie goes down. Eddie goes down hard.

Dennis Weaver is an absolute powerhouse. James Spader has not yet become the go-to teen sleaze. You wanna see a Jeffery Tambor cocaine freakout? You came to the right place.

Made-for-TV maven Paul Wenkos' 1983 NBC MOW Cocaine: One Man's Seduction is streaming now on Netflix Instant.

Pairs well with Curtis Hanson's 1986 pre-teen pusher chronicle The Children of Times Square.

I am a movie junkie.

Grindhouse galore. 42nd Street.

I am addicted to movies. I have been for a long time.

The first time I set foot in New York City, I went searching for a fix. 

Winter 1998. 15 years old. Jake's family invited me along. Kevin came too. 

We split quick from his folks. Basement VHS marathons led us here.

We trudged through the slush. Sidewalks swarming. Tourist trap junk stores. Sad sex shops. A glimpse of grimy days gone.

Cinematic chaos no more. Bummer. 

We turned the corner onto 8th. Port Authority Terminal.

"Hey fellas," he said from an alley. "Wanna see a live sex show?"

We considered. Follow this guy. Wind up MOW fodder. No thanks.

Went home dreaming of this:

Gene Siskel hated Maniac. He watched 30 minutes and walked out.

I've never walked out of a movie. Thrown out for sneaking in: plenty of times.

2006. Outside CBGB. An old friend walked by. He just moved to the city. Said he was a film snob now. I never saw him again.

I watch a lot of movies. I will write about some of them here. 

So far this week I've watched:

That Guy...Who Was in That Thing

French Connection II

License to Drive

Twixt

Graveyard Shift 

The Headless Eyes

I am a failed Hollywood screenwriter. You can be too! Here's how to order.

I still like to make movies. Real cheap. Read this. 

And if you have 77 minutes, watch this:



Digest it. We'll talk later.

See you next Wednesday.