In the Soup (1992)

User Rating:

6.9/10   

Director:

Alexandre Rockwell

Writers:

Tim Kissell (writer)
Sollace Mitchell (co-writer)

Release Date:

13 August 1992 (Germany)

Genre:

Comedy | Drama

Tagline:

A comedy about getting in over your head.

Plot Keywords:

Car Theft | Hemophilia | Dostoevsky | Midget | Female Nudity

Awards:

3 wins & 1 nomination

Cast

Steve Buscemi	...	Aldolpho Rollo
Seymour Cassel	...	Joe
Jennifer Beals	...	Angelica Pena
Pat Moya	...	Dang
Will Patton	...	Skippy
Sully Boyar	...	Old Man
Steven Randazzo	...	Louis Barfardi
Francesco Messina	...	Frank Barfardi
Jim Jarmusch	...	Monty
Carol Kane	...	Barbara
Stanley Tucci	...	Gregoire
Rockets Redglare	...	Guy
Elizabeth Bracco	...	Jackie
Debi Mazar	...	Suzie
Sam Rockwell	...	Pauli

Also Known As:

In the Soup - Alles Kino (Germany)
In the soup - un mare di guai (Italy)

Runtime:

93 min

Country:

USA | France | Germany | Japan | Italy

Language:

English

Color:

Black and White

Aspect Ratio:

1.66 : 1

Sound Mix:

Mono

Certification:

Iceland:L | Australia:M | Finland:S | Spain:13 | UK:15 | USA:R

Filming Locations:

New York City, New York, USA

Company:

Alliance Communications Corporation

Trivia:

Originally filmed in color, but released black and white.

Movie Connections:

Featured in Faut que ça danse! (2007)

Hopefully, This Fresh and Personal Film Holds Its Own Over Time.

In the Soup was a part of the 1992 Sundance selection, one of the various efforts engulfed by the wave of the audacious debuts of Tarantino and Rodriguez, and yet it is the freshly resourceful, deeply personal film that either of them have yet to make even now. It is a comedy about a self-conscious screenwriter named Adolfo, played by the ubiquitous Steve Buscemi, who has written an unfilmable 500-page screenplay and is looking for a producer. Wherever Alexandre Rockwell's career has gone since this much-overlooked flick, there is a great deal of clarity here. As an aspiring filmmaker at the time I see it, I can understand a lot more about Adolfo's vision as an aspiring filmmaker than what is actually said. Such a convoluted vision Buscemi has that is relieved and clarified by his experiences.

Such experiences include the appearance of Seymour Cassel's Joe, a fast-talking shyster who promises to produce the film but has his own unique ideas regarding film financing. There are so many realistic scenes between an obsessive, complicated artisan and a simple street guy, intensified by the specific external realities of theirs which clash. There is so much more about Adolfo's emotional state during his exploits with Joe than what he narrates, "Instead of making my movie, I was living in his." Whatever Joe and his intentions may or may not turn out to be, Adolfo now, rather than cloistering in his sketchy NYC apartment synthesizing the styles and thematic elements of his cinema idols, he actually has something personal and profound to say and to write.

A low-budget indie feature debut, originally shot in color but released in black and white, it does not play out like an art film. The story is simple, earnest, real. Even when Buscemi narrates and explains in dialogue his ambitious cinematic visions, it is his character who handles this, not the outer film. There are no airs to the dialogue, and many of the peripheral characters are for comic effect. Will Patton seals the deal on Buscemi's interpretation of Joe and his occupation. Stanley Tucci is hilarious as his neighbor Beals' emotional Hispanic husband. And it's refreshingly funny to see Sam Rockwell as a retarded kid with a helmet.

Reservoir Dogs was an auspicious debut to match, and though El Mariachi hardly compares to the Tarantino film's writing or star power Rodriguez opened almost as many eyes for its generation to the potential of completely autonomous ultra-shoestring-budget indie film-making as Cassavetes did 35 years earlier. So, I am not partially or rationally surprised that Rockwell's In the Soup was lost under the sudden and violent windstorm phenomenon of those other two simultaneous selections, nor do I think that it's nearly as easy for personal filmmakers to remain consistent with critics and audiences as action filmmakers with more common filmgoers' appeal. Nonetheless, this down-to-earth little gem hopefully holds its own over time.