Angel Heart (1987) review

Demonic Louis Cyphre (Robert De Niro, "inspired" by his buddy Martin Scorsese) hires disheveled private detective Harry Angel (Mickey Rourke) to track down a singer named Johnny Favorite who was supposedly injured both physically and mentally in World War II - first he heads to Poughkeepsie (where Johnny's medical records were falsified) and then to New Orleans, where he seeks assistance from psychic Margaret Krusemark (Charlotte Rampling) and voodoo practitioner Epiphany Proudfoot (Lisa Bonet).  For two thirds of this B-movie with an A-list cast (and D-level dialogue), it kind of works: Rourke is exactly the type of investigator willing to drag himself through the grime and the gore (he played the same character in 1985's Year of the Dragon) and the whole production looks drenched in spookiness and sweat ... but it falls apart in the last act, which includes a ridiculously overdone sex scene (it literally rains blood), a man is boiled in soup and any sort of logic is flung into Lake Pontchartrain.  Not-so-fun fact: a feud started between Rourke and De Niro on the set of this that's lasted to the present day (it's 2023) ... after thirty-six years, sometimes you have to let things slide.