A few years ago, I happened to catch Cherry 2000 (1987) on TCM’s late-night “Underground” programming. It was my introduction to director Steve De Jarnatt and his warped vision of the world — and I rather liked it. Although Cherry 2000 was filmed in California and Nevada (I just checked IMDb), it had a distinctly “Aussie” vibe to it. (It’s extremely zany, after all… and quite violent.) So I was pleasantly surprised to learn that Mr. Jarnatt is, in fact, an American (I had him pegged as European at least), and I vowed to watch his only other film — 1988’s Miracle Mile with Anthony Edwards and Mare Winningham — when I got a chance.
Well, it took a while, but I finally sat down and watched it the other night — and, even though I didn’t like it very much, the movie certainly didn’t disappoint (in a strictly cinematic sense). It was a weird and wild trip — from its romantic, idiosyncratic beginning to its nerve-racking, poetic ending. Even the opening credits were very cool. Tangerine Dream composed a slick, surreal soundtrack for the flick — and the movie’s cinematography was consistently colorful and eye-popping. The dude who played the perennially traumatized psychologist in the O.G. Terminator series (1984-2003), Earl Boen, made a cameo as a rambling drunk at a diner, and Kurt Fuller (from Wayne’s World [1992]) will now forever haunt my dreams due to his brief but impassioned performance as a yuppie having a meltdown 😉 Also, halfway through the frenetic ordeal, I realized that a young Mykelti Williamson (Bubba from Forrest Gump [1994]) was playing the somewhat stereotypical character of Wilson!
The whole thing reminded me of an Alex Cox fever dream — when Alex was at his absolute best — but with funky pastels and synthesizers. It made downtown L.A. look gorgeous in the predawn hours, although there was a disturbing lack of background characters throughout most of the film. It was full of good humor — like when Edwards’ character walks into a glass door after taking the most intense phone call of his life, or when someone asked if there were any “hardcore Christians” among the group and only the unshowered homeless guy raised his hand.
But, alas, it was also super intense — and the tone was too uneven, overall, to fully embrace. I really enjoyed the jarring, circular conclusion, but it’s not the first anti-nuke movie that I would recommend to my friends. (That would probably be Fail Safe [1964] or Planet of the Apes [1968].) Offensive tropes abound. Most of the characters are aloof or, in some cases, on drugs. It admittedly captured the height-of-the-Cold War-era panic that was peaking around 1988 — but it’s a loud, stressful movie that only a scared deer would enjoy watching twice.
I’m going to give it two pot leafs out of five and then… “go back to sleep”: