Having just watched every episode of The Wire in a marathon session, I’m more familiar than ever with the devastating failure that was the Reagan administration’s “War on Drugs.” The jury’s out on whether or not the people who crafted this policy ever cared about stemming the tide of American drug use, or just wanted to give law enforcement an excuse to lock up as many black people as their heart desired. This I do know for a fact, though – the campaign’s slogan, “Just Say No,” was hilariously ignorant, and offensive to any person who turned to drugs to numb their pain. The same kind of shortsightedness that birthed “Just Say No” is what inspires Cocaine: One Man’s Seduction, a fantastically campy TV movie broadcast in 1983, one year into Reagan’s first term. Starring Dennis Weaver (the voice of Buck McCoy!) as an aging California real estate agent struggling to compete with a flashy youngster who’s starting to outsell him, Cocaine paints everything in hysterically broad strokes, as Weaver’s character goes from a respectable blue-collar guy to a bloody-nosed psychopath over what feels like a couple of weeks. It’s just the kind of movie that will make a young person want to try cocaine, if only to prove that what he just saw was a load of shit. Anyways, what did I learn?
1. Dennis Weaver has some nostrils on him.
I know that cocaine will make you act like an asshole and ruin your life and all that, no matter who you are, but I think there’s a logical explanation for just how quickly Weaver’s character hits bottom in this movie – his cavernous nostrils. There’s no doubt that he’s consuming 10 times more coke per snort than his fellow addict friend (played with suicidal glee by Jeffrey Tambor). It makes you think, if Jimmy Durante was a cokehead, how long would he have lasted?
2. Cocaine will make your midlife crisis even crisis-ier.
In the early stages of Weaver’s “seduction,” he suddenly becomes better at his job, his newfound drug use loosening him up around clients and making him ready to make the jump to selling the big-time listings. It’s at this point that he decides to look the part too, cruising the SoCal freeways looking like a dad having a nervous breakdown, a wreck of leather, black shades and wide-collars.
3. Cocaine will make you betray James Spader.
When Weaver’s wife discovers cocaine in the house, it’s not his – it’s his son’s (played with extreme blondness by James Spader). Of course, Spader actually stole his from Weaver’s shaving kit stash, which makes for some wonderful “I learned it by watching you!” moments. Throwing his own son under the bus marks the low-point for Weaver, who begins the long road to recovery soon after. Which you’d never make a movie about, because bo-ring.
4. Cocaine is highly addictive, but ’80s movies about drugs are even more so.
I know that we’re supposed to be devastated by how far Weaver has fallen in this movie – from a rock-solid family man who topped the sales chart at the office for a decade (“10 years!”) to a jittery douche who would sell out everybody he loves for another fix. But Weaver is just so brilliantly hammy, he turns this message movie into one hell of a good time. Watching him get progressively sweatier, more paranoid and bug-eyed, sneaking hits during showings, hornily grabbing his wife by the sink, it’s like manna from heaven for camp lovers. I’ve since watched several more movies like Cocaine: One Man’s Seduction, none of them matching its intoxicating blend of hyper-melodrama, over-the-top acting and low-ball budget. Netflix offered this one to Watch Instantly; when they take it off, I’m going to have to buy it. That’s how the pushers get you hooked. That, and VHS packaging like this:
I just watched this on Netflix streaming late last night, and I woke up wondering if I dreamed it. Jeffrey Tambor is so fuckin’ funny, especially when Weaver’s wife asks rhetorically, “What kind of a person would try to kill himself with a shotgun?” and it hard-cuts to him in traction in the hospital bed. Anyway. Glad I’m not alone in my love for this very 80’s gem.
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I remember this from the 80’s, when I had a coke habit just starting. Then, like most dummies progress, I started smoking home-made crack. It was great at first, then y roomie had a siezure/mild heart attack and that was it for us – for a while anyway. Our main dealer moved away and we had to find someone else, with the ‘good stuff’, and that took a while. Pretty soon my ex-roomie was into this dealer, straight off the turnip truck from Mejico, for a few thousand. I owed him money, too, but they never knew where I lived by then and I just stopped and never paid that debt. I was into about, oh, a couple hundred bucks a week-end, then I started taking hits during the week, then everyday, then I had to stop. That shit makes you age very quickly. Surprisingly, I never OD’s. My roomie had his episode in ’88 after we smoked about 1/4 oz each over about 18 hrs. He ‘scraped the pipe’, once we were out, and that last concentrated hit, which was probably a big one, put him out. His dog actually saved his life. anyway, that’s my story about cocaine. -DR
I think perhaps Jimmy Durante Was one . . . as evidenced by this picture http://www.doctormacro.com/Images/Durante,%20Jimmy/Annex/Annex%20-%20Durante,%20Jimmy_01.jpg
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