I hate to steer you to the troublesome navigation waters yet again, but I did a gallery of the “Ten Best” DeNiro performances for MSN Movies, and it’s the same deal as the family films gallery only there are fewer films so maybe it’ll be a less drawn-out pain in the ass to read.
Of course trying to discuss DeNiro in terms of a ten best is kind of ridiculous, rather like (and sorry to sound like an old boomer here) trying to come up with a “definitive” ten best Beatles/Rolling Stones song list. Can’t be done. There are those that will argue that it CAN be done, that there has to be an objective measure by which ten and ten alone will constitute THE ten that are best, but, you know… In any event, I took a tack here that’s not quite contrarian but definitely steered away from aleady-established fan favorites and tried to throw a spotlight on his less ostensibly showy work. It’s funny, I recently wrote a proposal for a monograph on DeNiro and was asked to use a similar format, e.g., choose ten “representative” performances, and made a list/text that was quite substantively different. When considering the best he’s done, and the changes he’s gone through, and that his current standing was arrived at by NOT burning out in a way that a lot of his other precursors (as we understand them) did, he gets more interesting.
As a kind of compensation for the anticipated irrigating navigation, I will tell you the origin story of the phrase “It was DeNiro…”
It was the summer of 1987, and an old girlfriend had finagled for me the opportunity to house-sit this gigantic loft apartment right above Woolworth’s on 14th Street. It was a weird thing, because the apartment belonged to another ex-boyfriend of hers, whose relationship pre-dated mine, but one thing about dating mores in New York in the ’80s is that everyone made a big deal out of acting like they were just cool with EVERYTHING, so there you are. Anyway, this cat fellow was into finance and traveled a lot but had this one cat he totally doted on that needed feeding. So I moved in for a few weeks and basically turned the place into a crash pad where my then-bohemian then-buddies could hang out while under the influence of various psychotropic drugs, mostly ecstasy and super-speedy acid. And it was on one morning around Labor Day weekend when a bunch of us were still up at like seven in the a.m. and watching “Good Morning America” on the really pathetic thirteen-inch color TV that was the apartment owner’s only mass-media machine. (He had plenty of money but was on some kind of Asia-inspired quasi-Zen “don’t consume shit” kick at the time, I gathered.) Among our number was this droll cat named Kiel who worked at an East Village bar of some noteriety. Rolling Rock was the hipster beer of choice at the time, so night after night he would be subjected to the repeated entreaty “Kiel! A Rock!” so often that he came to believe (not really) that the voices in his head were ordering him to kill someone with a rock. Anyhow. He was quite good with the television talkback, so when Corey Haim and Corey Feldman were on rocking headscarves while flogging The Lost Boys, he had a good dumb-teen-mutter going on saying “So, we just want to look as much like Duran Duran as possible” and so on. Soon enough singer/songwriter Melissa Manchester came on, and she was reliably effusive as she told The Stories Behind The Songs. At one point the interviewer asked her to talk about A Very Special Backstage Visit She Had Recently Received, and she breathlessly related how a few months ago, after wrapping up a show on tour X in city X, and she’s just relaxing in the dressing room area after Giving It Her All, and then someone taps her on the shoulder and she turns around and…
And here Kiel interjected, with a really perfect kind of affected-hip This Is So Awesome I’m Gonna Shrug It Off tone, “It was DeNiro.” Which I hence always think of whenever someone’s relating a celeb encounter anecdote in an unusually fraught way. In any event, in the case of the Manchester anecdote, I think the actual celeb was Stevie Wonder.
As an enthusiast for your writing since the days of the printed edition of Première, MSN Movies can have all my clicks as long as they they keep you an employed film writer and you shouldn’t apologize for their misgivings. (but I have to admit that it blows my mind that a company that was actually born on the internet has such a poor understanding of how to present their content in a competent manner)
“There are those that will argue that it CAN be done”
Of course it CAN be done. You just need to include New York, New York on the list, and everything else falls into place. You can actually do a mathematical proof.
(Of course, it really is too bad that Bobby passed away in 1998. But I do find the CGI version they’ve been using ever since his passing to be very, very creepy. Uncanny valley, you know. His estate must really be hard up to license his image that way.)
As a huge fan of your writing I apologize for the nitpick, but am I the only reader who finds this line at first more than a little confusing?
“Anyway, this cat was into finance and traveled a lot but had this one cat he totally doted on that needed feeding.”
Though, as you point out, everyone and their mother is going to argue with this (I myself would have chosen HEAT, WAG THE DOG or RONIN over THE LAST TYCOON, where I felt De Niro was somewhat enervated, although, to be fair, I think the movie in general was too), I am glad you recognized MIDNIGHT RUN, one of the unsung classics of the 80’s. That and TIME BANDITS proved well before ANALYZE THIS and MEET THE FOCKERS De Niro was capable of playing comedy, and unlike those movies and their subsequent sequels, they didn’t feature him making fun of his past image. Also, while they weren’t up to his later work, his performances in the early films he did with De Palma, especially HI, MOM!, show his comic timing.
You forgot “Brazil.” SO much better than “Falling in Love.”
>MIDNIGHT RUN, one of the unsung classics of the 80’s
Amen. I do wish Elfman’s score wasn’t so Swinging ’80s in the loud spots (though its quiet moments are beautiful) and that Brest could’ve resisted the urge to stick MILLIONS of cop cars in all the action scenes–that stuff just screams “From the director of Beverly Hills Cop!!!” But De Niro, Grodin, and Paul Gallo’s script way more than make up for it, and it’s got one of the most satisfying endings of any action flick I’ve ever seen.
Two other De Niro performances that deserve a bigger rep: “Jacknife” and “15 Minutes”.
I used to work for a big producer in the late 80s, and if I remember correctly, MIDNIGHT RUN moved from (I think) Paramount to Universal because Paramount wanted the Charles Grodin role reconceived for Cher.
One day I heard my producer boss (not a MIDNIGHT RUN producer) on the phone recommending Bruce Willis to Brest for the Grodin role.
Though I don’t particularly care any of Brest’s films since, thank goodness he stuck to his guns about Grodin.
@bettencourt: Yes, the “cat” as in “dude” versus the actual feline cat is pretty confusing even by my own eccentric standards. Will correct. In my defense, I have twenty new stitches in the big toe of my left foot and haven’t started taking my ibuprofen yet. Ow, ow, ow. It’s distracting.
Falling In Love is terrific, and I’m glad it’s on the list. If it WERE made today, it would star Channing Tatum and Taylor Swift, and would have some kind of accident/amnesia/widow element to it.
It’s also one of those many 70s and 80s movies that gave New York a certain look and feel that made me daydream as a young fella over here in the UK. There’s a size and scope about the city in this and Kramer Vs Kramer, Tootsie, Ghostbusters, etc., that filmmakers seem incapable of capturing anymore.
New York looked great in the 80s!
There never seems to be any love anywhere for TRUE CONFESSIONS, one of De Niro’s best, if admittedly anomalous, performances.
My favourite DeNiro performance may be in THE DEER HUNTER. I like him best when he’s holding it all in, and he carries that massive film squarely on his shoulders. The way he quietly portrays how a tragedy ultimately effects the life of that sad, lonely character – and his feelings of guilt about it – is magnetic.
Also, I’d second TRUE CONFESSIONS.
“That and TIME BANDITS proved well before ANALYZE THIS and MEET THE FOCKERS De Niro was capable of playing comedy, and unlike those movies and their subsequent sequels, they didn’t feature him making fun of his past image.”
I’m actually a fan the of We’re No Angels remake. Surprisingly unappreciated.
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The problem, of course, in compiling “DeNiro Lists” is that of his extreme symbiosis with Scorsese. Pretty much all DeNiro bests are Scorsese pics, just as pretty much all Scorsese bests are DeNiro pics. It’s about as extreme as the Dietrich / Von Sternberg symbiosis.
So any kind of DEFINITIVE “DeNiro List” almost has to be an ex-Scorsese list…
David N, Lord Henry, I feel you on “True Confessions” and I think DeNiro is wonderful in it, and his work therein could arguably use a defense from the drubbing it got from Kael back in the day. But I really wanted to back “Falling In Love,” too. As I said to begin with, impossible to just limit to ten, tenably.
Oops, I meant BRAZIL, not TIME BANDITS.
I’ll never forgive him for wrecking two generations – so far – of (mostly) male movie acting thanks to his influence. Intensity is easy. Relaxing is hard. That’s why I’d rather watch Bill Murray or Jeff Bridges any old day.
Great that you put Novecento(which means “The 20th Century” not the year 1900) in the list. That’s the film everybody forgets that DeNiro made and acted in. It’s an incredible film. One of Bertolucci’s and DeNiro’s best. I’d also include BRAZIL too.
Glenn, though Theresa Russell’s luminous performance in THE LAST TYCOON is the one we remember, Monroe Stahr’s love interest in the picture is played by Ingrid Boulting.
How cone no one calls out a Tom Carson as being a TOTAL FUCKING BITCH?
Like, do you have no testosterone or masculinity whatsoever?
The worst strain of film asshole are the guys who have NO INTENSITY and only like smirking jerkoff distance and remove.
Also hey creepo with the scary Middle Eastern name above:
Every film geek ever has seen 1900 and properly reveres it. Fuck on off.
Nurse! NURSE!!! The screens!
Phony, chest-puffing bravado or smirking jerkoff distance and remove. Those are your choices. CHOOSE WISELY OR THOU SHALT PERISH!!
As usual, What Tom Carson Said.
Wow, twenty-four hours without a cell phone from which to keep an eye on comments and look what happens.
Sorry about the Lex bullshit, folks, I’ll have to put on moderation again and wait out the storm.
Thanks for this, Glenn.
Although obviously the current “Red Lights” is never going to make any “Best of De Niro” list – or even a “Best of Cillian Murphy” list – I have to say I think it’s given too many people an excuse to haul out their old “De Niro hasn’t done anything good since…(fill in the long ago title).”
I thought he was very good in “Stone,” a film which hardly anyone saw. I thought he was scarily good in “Being Flynn,” too, as an abusive alcoholic. It’s absolutely true he does far too many movies (remember when, like a Day-Lewis film, a De Niro picture was an event?) and obviously, far too many of them are strict, paycheck parts.
But he can still hit it…
What Jamie N. Christley said. (I do recall that Carson, in his criticism, loves the fake ultimatum. One Village Voice article, years back [not sure why I remember this], posited that you can either enjoy Melville or Austen, but never both.) Look at Johnny Boy up there. Is that what we take away from that weird and impish performance? “Intensity”? De Niro can “relax” with this best of them, including Bridges: just compare The Dude with De Niro’s JACKIE BROWN character.
Or you could just ban him outright.
And is it okay if I think that De Niro is really good as the creature in Branagh’s otherwise alarmingly bad FRANKENSTEIN? Yes? No? Well fine then.
Oh it’s okay, Bill. Just don’t expect a lot of “huzzah“s as a result. Most will choose to see it as an eccentric opinion. I myself don’t think he breaks out of the DeNiro-isms quite enough to make the performance wholly work. A noble effort though.
As for “ban him outright:” egalitarian impulses aside, instituting an actual “ban” on a commenter, regardless of how justified it may be, would involve too much work for me, as a fifty-two-year-old man with a desire to have a fucking life outside the fucking Internet, to devote to a blog that I maintain pretty much as a hobby and a professional placekeeper. Which would in its turn make me inclined to just chuck the whole fucking thing. It’s easier to just deal with these occasional flareups of nonsense, as irritating as they may be. And they are, in point of fact, plenty irritating.
Oh. See, I thought you maybe had a red button on your keyboard that said “BAN” which made the process easier. I myself have no such button, but I thought that was just because my computer is old.
As for the De Niro/FRANKENSTEIN thing, I would never claim it was one of his ten best performances anyway. I just think that the performance has been overlooked because, understandably, nobody wants to ever watch that movie again.
More pertinent to the actual topic, I’d throw his work CASINO in there, myself. Though I don’t think De Niro’s subsequent work is anywhere near as bad as most people say (HIDE & SEEK is a bad movie; De Niro is not bad in it), I do think CASINO was his last (so far) truly great performance. Also overlooked, though this time it’s because so many people are wrong in thinking CASINO is just a GOODFELLAS retread.
Joel, I have no recollection of writing that asinine line about Melville and Austen. But lord knows I was once young and stupid enough to have done so.
If that was someone else, then I apologize for the attribution. It was in a review of a Moby-Dick miniseries, or maybe a review of Beau Travail–whatever Melville-related culture existed in 2000 or so. But whoever it was referred to Melville lovers as “insanephiles” or something like that, a label I actually reveled in back then, as a young man eager to return to grad school and write his dissertation on Melville, and probably explains why I still remember a review of that really dumb Patrick Stewart Moby-Dick.
Anyway… bill: I always thought of CASINO as a continuation of GOODFELLAS, a fulfillment of the cowboy fantasies in the latter.
Fair enough, though I’ve always considered it the tragedy to GOODFELLA’s comedy. Which, granted, makes it sound like it IS something of a retread, but I mean that broadly, simply in terms of Mafia films by the same filmmaker.
Since we’re quizzing Tom Carson on old columns, I remember one from over a decade ago comparing the careers of Denzel Washington and Taye Diggs, and how Diggs seemed to be having more fun as an actor. How do you feel about Washington’s work in the less-Oscar-seeking, Out of Time/Inside Man/Deja Vu era, and do you think he read your piece and took your advice to heart?
I love CASINO so much that I’d say it’s *better* than GOODFELLAS: sharper about money, a vastly richer female lead, a more propulsive narrative, and a unique use of voiceover (not to mention one of Saul Bass’ best credit sequences). The only weak link is DeNiro, who’s very good but completely miscast as Abe Rosenthal. So much of the story is about the tension between the chilly Jew who understands the system and the brutal Italian who gets shit done (with both admiring and loathing each others’ defining characteristics) that casting the brothers from RAGING BULL kinda deflates it. Put Albert Brooks in the Rosenthal role and you have an undeniable masterpiece.
And hey, Tom, is there any way we can read your Monticello column? I still remember that one fondly, especially the line that confronted with homosexuality, Thomas Jefferson would have found a way to make it more ingenious.
>@bettencourt: Yes, the “cat” as in “dude” versus the actual feline cat is pretty confusing even by my own eccentric standards. Will correct.
Aww, the play off the double meaning of ‘cat’ was my favorite part of that sentence…
“I’ve always considered (CASINO) the tragedy to GOODFELLAS’ comedy”
Yup. Part of it is definitely that. While being similar in material and approach, Casino totally de-glams the glamor of Goodfellas. It’s the genuinely rare gangster movie that doesn’t make you wish you were a gangster.
But it’s also a way to give Frank Vincent, at long last, a chance to get payback on Joe Pesci…
“I’ll never forgive him for wrecking two generations – so far – of (mostly) male movie acting thanks to his influence.”
Trying to make sense of this comment, which on the surface is like saying “Hitchcock was a hack!” Maybe it’s because few male movie actors have been able to reach the same level of Prime DeNiro and therefore suffer by comparison? In which case DeNiro should be forgiven that others can’t pull it off? To throw away Prime DeNiro, one might as well toss Prime Brando in the dustbin.
Um. I can’t help being flattered that people remember my old stuff, but it’s GK’s blog, not mine, so forgive me for feeling a mite sheepish. Anyway, 1) Joel, I did indeed review that godawful Patrick Stewart Moby-Dick in the Voice, but the line you recall still mystifies me. I can only guess – or hope – that I was being tongue-in-cheek or deliberately buffoonish. 2) Bettencourt, my take on Denzel these days is that he’s awesomely cynical, and given his options, cynical may be the smart way to go. 3) TFB, no, you can’t find the Monticello piece (which I was fond of myself) online. The Voice’s web archives just suck. And to go back on topic, I like CASINO better than GOODFELLAS, too.
Excellent list, though I would have placed Midnight Run closer to the top. But totally agree with the top 3. Good work. As far as Tom’s comment about intensity being easy, etc.; I think Midnight Run and King of Comedy prove Mr. DeNiro is/was capable of relaxing but chose what he wanted to do at the time. Tom who?
Loved the pictures – but I just can’t imagine a best of deNiro that does not include Stardust. He rocks as a gay pirate, one of the best characters in a truly fun film. ♥
Stardust belongs at the bottom of De Niro’s resume, next to Rocky & Bullwinkle. His performance in that in an embarrassment. He might have been able to get away with such an offensive swishy gay stereotype in a three-minute SNL sketch, but to carry it on for an entire feature film is akin to a hate crime.
“Tom who?”
Carson.
Maybe it was embarrassing (I like STARDUST a lot), but he throws himself into it. Compare that to KILLER ELITE, which is easily the paycheckiest of De Niro’s last 10 years’ worth of ill-advised roles, in a walk.
For what it’s worth, if I had to choose a three hour film from 1995 starring a great Scorcese actor, I’d choose HEAT or ULYSSES’ GAZE. CASINO is certainly a seductive and enjoyable film and if you had to have a sequel to GOODFELLAS, who better to direct it than Martin Scorsese? But in tone, musical score, themes and actors it is ultimately a sequel, and unlike other sequels, it’s one that does nothing to advance the themes of the original movie. If GOODFELLAS emphasis on the sadism and cruelty of the criminal world was subtly undercut by the charisma of its actors and Scorsese’s own style, CASINO has the same problem, only with a more sympathetic protagonist. Henry Hill was a parasite whose corruption morally compromised the woman who loved him, who glibly ignored the murder of people who thought he was their friend, and who only broke with the Mob because his greed led him to violate their one not utterly unreasonable demand. Ace Rothstein by contrast has a genuine talent, in perhaps the most tolerable of organized crime’s activities, and who falls because his wife and best friend are unworthy of his trust. Definitely more sinned against than sinning, his employers try to kill him and he’s victimized by corrupt hypocritical Nevada politicians.
Ronin, so often overlooked, is one of my favourite DeNiro performances and his work in it needs to be celebrated more. He’s so restrained, so alert, projecting so much cagy situational awareness and skepticism. God, I love everything about that movie.
Personally, I like “Casino” more and more with time. If “Mean Streets” was about mob wannabes, “GoodFellas” about the earners, “Casino” is about the upper echelon.
More than that, though, it’s about Hollywood.
Honestly, substitute LA for Vegas, the movies for gambling, and what Scorsese is saying about how greed and corporate cowardice can ruin a pretty good thing is, I think, very clear.
Plus if De Niro at the end isn’t meant to be a dead ringer for Lew Wasserman… (Actually, I asked the director about that once. He just laughed.)