The Cult Movie Club: Talk Radio (1988)

‘Talk Radio’ comes between ‘Wall Street’ and ‘Born On The Fourth Of July’ in Oliver Stone’s filmography, but seems mostly forgotten these days.

That’s a shame because arguably it’s his finest movie. It has three crackerjack acting performances, fruity dialogue, potent themes, suspenseful direction and some brilliant moments.

‘Talk Radio’ draws upon the life and death of Cleveland shock jock Alan Berg (renamed Barry Champlain in the film), superbly played by Eric Bogosian who co-wrote the screenplay with Stone and also penned the 1987 stage play of the same name.

Stone and Bogosian take a long, hard look at American popular culture at the end of the 1980s and are less than impressed. The anti-semitism explored in the movie is shocking for the time and still shocking today, but Stone and Borgosian deserve credit for going there. But is Champlain a free-speech hero or bigoted loudmouth? We must judge for ourselves.

‘Talk Radio’ was fairly cheaply made and quickly shot, Stewart Copeland adding a brooding, admirably low-key synth soundtrack. Stone and DoP Robert Richardson make superb use of the studio set, fiddling around with the mise en scene and using drastic lighting contrasts, a striking, De Palma-esque ‘circular’ dolly shot and stunning closing helicopter ride through Dallas (changed from the play’s Denver setting).

Alongside Bogosian’s superb star turn (why wasn’t he nominated for anything?), Alec Baldwin plays a blinder in a fairly thankless role, warming up for ‘Glengarry Glen Ross’. Michael Wincott gives a knockout performance as the hapless teenager Kent – amazingly, he was 30 at the time of filming. Other performances are uneven though. Ellen Greene and Leslie Hope seem miscast.

The callers into the show make for a fascinating Greek chorus of America’s modern morays (one sounds a hell of a lot like Mike Patton’s character in the Faith No More song ‘RV’). And the ‘dead air’ scene is still as spellbinding today as it must have been in 1988.

The movie gets a little bogged down in Berg’s backstory though, with a lengthy and rather superfluous flashback. Arguably we should never have left the studio.

But the silence over the end credits (after a brief bit of Penguin Café Orchestra) suggests Stone meant ‘Talk Radio’ to be an important, cautionary movie, and he could well be right about that (though he doesn’t mention it in his memoir ‘Chasing The Light’). But sadly it didn’t hit a nerve with the public, barely breaking even on its $4 million budget.

No matter – it’s well worth seeking out, a late-‘80s classic, and if you look hard enough it’s currently available to view for free on YouTube.

40 Years Of Memorable Movie Moments

Maybe it was the lockdown popcorn, maybe a great recent piece in Empire magazine initiated by director Edgar Wright, but this time away from the cinema has got me waxing all nostalgic.

Will the big screen ever regain its mojo? The alternative is a crushing thought.

And whatever the merits of Netflix et al, they can’t replace the shared experience watching a superb movie on a big screen with great sound and those ‘wonderful people out there in the dark’ (© ‘Sunset Boulevard’).

So, if it’s all over – and I hope it’s not – here are some memorable movie moments of the last 40 years (all in London cinemas unless otherwise stated), from the sublime to the shocking (with spoilers…). I hope they inspire some recollections of your own.

Seeing ‘The Exorcist’ at a cinema above a nightclub in Kingston circa 1989, me absolutely terrified as Salt-N-Pepa’s ‘Push It’ was heard pulsating through the floorboards… The entire audience laughing throughout ‘Prince Of Darkness’ (it’s supposed to be a horror movie…) at the Hammersmith ABC circa 1987… A late-night screening of ‘Carrie’ at the Prince Charles circa 2012, the young, hip crowd jumping three feet out of their seats upon the famous finale…

At the same venue circa 1994, a ‘lone white male’ saying very loudly, apropros of nothing: ‘What a f***ing bitch’ as the credits rolled at the end of ‘The Last Seduction’ (it’s a female-fronted, neo-noir)… Almost having an out-of-body experience as Jeff Bridges walked through the plane at the end of ‘Fearless’ at the Prince Charles circa 1994… The ripples of hilarity echoing around the cinema during Michael Wincott’s cracking cameo as Kent in ‘Talk Radio’ at the Riverside Hammersmith circa 1988…

Spooked amongst the drinking/smoking audience during ‘The Blair Witch Project’ at the Notting Hill Coronet in 1998… The quietest, most rapt audience ever for Orson Welles’ ‘The Trial’ at the BFI (formerly NFT) in 2019… Audience hilarity during Hugh Grant’s performance in ‘Bitter Moon’ at the Prince Charles circa 1994… Early cinema revelations seeing ‘Jaws’, ‘Close Encounters Of The Third Kind’, ‘Airplane’ and ‘Raiders Of The Lost Ark’ between 1980-1982… Seeing ‘Rain Man’ two nights in a row at the Richmond Odeon in 1988… The ‘Star Wars’ triple bill at the same venue circa 1985… A Laurel & Hardy all-dayer at The Kings Cross Scala circa 1988… Terrified watching ‘Scream 2’ alone in a huge moviehouse on Times Square, NYC, the only other paying customer deciding to sit directly behind me… Meeting David Lynch – and getting his very odd autograph – after a screening of ‘The Straight Story’ at the NFT in 1999… Seeing ‘Fame’ at a huge, almost completely empty Hammersmith Odeon circa 1983…

Not hearing one line of dialogue during ‘Fletch’ as the assembled teens screamed/laughed/threw food at the screen, Putney Odeon, 1985… Panic and nausea at the finale of ‘The Vanishing’ at a late-night screening at the Ultimate Picture Palace in Oxford circa 1991… Watching JG Ballard and David Cronenberg chatting amiably onstage after the controversial London premiere of ‘Crash’ at the NFT, 1996… Sitting behind a constantly laughing Jimmy Page at a screening of ‘Beware Of Mr Baker’, the Riverside Hammersmith circa 2012… Seeing ‘Heathers’ at the same venue in 1989 and thinking: well, that’s almost the perfect film… Feeling the whole packed house take an inward breath as the body crawled out of the TV set during ‘Ringu’ at the ICA, 1998…and…and…?