The minute I told friends I loved Werner Herzog’s Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans, they asked, “You mean because it’s good or because it’s a train wreck?”
The truth is, I don’t really know. Imagine The Wire as written by Shane Black. It rides the line between
brilliant and brilliantly terrible so well, all I know is that I loved every minute of it and I couldn’t turn away*. Like rock n’ roll, there’s something about a movie being almost bad that makes it infinitely better.
Now, before I get to my wholehearted recommendation, (and a wholehearted recommendation is what this is, in case you wanted to save yourself the trouble of reading the rest), I feel I should first clarify that if the crowd at the screening I attended is at all representative, a lot of people will not like this movie. But I believe I can provide a handy guide to the type of person who will or won’t. I illustrate by way of a story: Last week for Halloween, I dressed in a giant penguin suit with a fake mustache, an outfit I thought was pretty self-explanatory. And yet, a significant number of people came up to me throughout the night to ask, “What are you supposed to be?”












