Forty-Deuce is about street hustling, dope pushin, addicts that live in and around the notorious 42 st. Area in N.Y. during the early 80's when it was the most sleaziest. Anyone mourning the demise of the grimy 42nd st. will want to check out this ragged slice-of-lowlife directed by the one and only Paul Morrissey. This movie was based on the off broadway play by Alan Bowne. Kevin Bacon who was in the play, recreates his Obie winning role of Rickey, A greasy haired, dealer/junkie who enjoys passing out in the Port Authority mens room. When he's not nodding off, his mouth doesn't stop, with some of the raunchiest, racist dialogue imaginable. Events turn heavy when a naked 12 year old runaway turns up in a hotel room bed, and Rickey comes up with idiotic plan to make a few extra bucks. He convinces a wealthy john that he accidentally killed the kid (the john played magnificantly by Orson Bean). The second half of the Film is the most interesting when the screen splits in two to show the multiple action taking place in the cramped hotel room for the grand finale. This film contains several solid performances, colorful monologues, a believable stench of the city, and warholesque experimental shooting makes this one of Morrissey's memorable films ever.
