Frankenhooker

b film nirvana. exploding mannequin parts, some of the juiciest make-up effects i've ever seen, such a crazy color palette -- from shadowy ny streets to neon-lit corners and, or course, fifty shades of purple -- and an absolutely freewheeling narrative -- it genuinely feels like starts and we've lost its first fifteen minutes (complimentary), physical/visual gags and one-liners just relentlessly sprouting. but perhaps what struck me the most: its endearing approach towards characters and the wittiness in its depiction of sexism and crack epidemic. patty mullen delivers one of the mvp performances of the 90s.