This movie is all about Dustin Hoffman's performance as Lenny Bruce. The movie is really slow at times and takes too much time indulging itself in seemingly needless stuff. Also the detoriation of Bruce goes so fast that we barely get any character development whatsoever. I know it's based on real-life, but still I believe it could have been done better. If you're a fan of Hoffmann or Lenny Bruce, it's worth a watch, but it's not really really that great a movie compared to it's contemporaries.
By today's standards it'd be a pretty average biopic. It's funny how formulaic all of these "geniuses" are in the way that they lived their lives. Dustin Hoffman was great, and really salvaged an otherwise boring movie. Oh, and don't get me wrong, I'm not selling Lenny's influence short by any means.
Hoffman totally encompasses main man Lenny Bruce, both his on-stage presence and his off-stage battles. It's amazingly inspiring to see this man defend his rights to say "tits", "ass", and "cocksucker" until it took away absolutely everything away from him. If you don't think stand-up comedy is one of the purest forms of art, then you need to see this film.
At times moving, at others hilarious and ultimately very tragic, Lenny is, to put it simply, a beautiful film. This is now one of my favorite Dustin Hoffman performances and the black and white visual is simple stunning. This movie is criminally underseen.
On the surface, just another warts-and-all biopic, but its made with such creative flair and acted with such passion that it becomes irresistable. Bruce's legacy speaks for itself of course, and yet the movie still manages to seem invaluable. Surtees' beautiful black and white cinematography and the films showbiz trappings echoes 8½, but whereas that film was about survival, love, life and art, Lenny is a film of decay, misery, death and art. Guess which one I prefer.
There's a great little moment that is seemingly apropos of nothing where Hoffman soundlessly and happily runs down a hallway, jumps in the air, clicks his heels, struts and raps on a hotel door. Blink and you miss it. These little transient moments in Lenny are the ones I remember, whereas the meaty bits of the biopic are actually quite forgettable. To be honest, I'm not sure where that leaves the film in the end, so, um, I'll just give it a "65" and leave it at that.