Directed by Clint Eastwood
Disc jockey Dave Garver attracts the amorous attentions of a demented fan named Evelyn Draper. Evelyn lets Dave pick her up at a bar; later at her apartment Evelyn admits that she is the cooing caller who repeatedly asks Dave to play the Erroll Garner classic “Misty.” From then on, the film is a lesson in how one casual date can turn your whole life around. Evelyn stalks Dave everywhere, ruins his business lunch, assaults his maid, mutilates his house and all of his belongings, and finally threatens to butcher his girlfriend.
Happy Valentine Day, kids!
This was one of those movies I watched bits and pieces of when I was a kid, never quite catching the whole flick, and probably nervous my mom would bust me out. Now, I have nothing but love for this film.
Jessica Walters delivers a performance of a lifetime as the insane Evelyn Draper, a girl who just doesn’t handle rejection well. She’s also batshit crazy, so there’s that. Poor Dave (Eastwood) never sees it coming. Only he does, several times. I guess she was too far gone at that point. Yep, Clint, you have inherited crazy by default. Never let a crazy chick invite herself over to cook dinner. Ever.
“Smell that, baby? That’s crazy cookin’…and just for you.”
Play Misty for Me delivers the goods. It’s perfectly paced, never leaving a moment to get bored or have your mind wander. The acting is top notch. Jessica Walters is a Jessica Lange level of awesome in Misty. It’s painful to watch her burgeoning relationship progress along with the film. As much as you want to feel empathy for her character, she’s just too criminally insane to hold on to. Eastwood delivers in both his acting and directing in this tense love-gone-bad tale.
“Uh, no thanks, Mrs. Bluth.”
Never knowing if it’s horror, a thriller, or a romantic tragedy, Misty plows through a troubling plot headfirst. While it sucks that it took me 40 years to finally watch this, I’m certainly glad I did. I dare Archer enthusiasts to not hear Mallory barking out commands the entire time. At the very least you’re going to hear a Bluth in action.