Hal Ashby was often fascinated with rebels, whether they be
Woody Guthrie, The Rolling Stones, or an old lady who pokes death in the eye by
attending funerals for fun and having sex with a rich kid a fraction of her age.
One of Ashby’s finest films, The Last
Detail, however, is about the failure to rebel.
18-year old sailor Larry (Randy Quaid) gets eight years in
the brig for stealing forty bucks that he doesn’t even get to pocket from a
polio donation box. Billy “Bad Ass” Buddusky (Jack Nicholson in one of his most
Jack Nicholsony roles) is one of the naval officers tasked with transporting
Larry to the brig, and he intends to treat the trip as R&R, spending his
per diems on shitty beer, diner food, porno, and a trip to a depressing
brothel. Mule (Otis Young) is along too, but he just wants to do the job
without getting into any trouble that might jeopardize a naval career that is arguably
preferable to whatever fate he would have otherwise faced as a black man in
1970s America. For all his boasting of being a bad ass, Buddusky does his grim
duty and doesn’t really get to have much fun. In the end, his fate isn’t much
different from Larry’s or most of the other folks’ in this picture. The brig,
active service in the military, a brothel— in the end they’re all jails of one
kind or another.
However, the warm camaraderie between the three men makes The Last Detail fun despite its doomed
atmosphere and degraded settings. And Ashby allows us a couple of fleeting
glimpses of liberation. Although we seem to be invited to laugh at the members
of a Shōshū chanting
meet-up (Hi, Gilda Radner! Hi, guy who played Andy Andy on “Cheers”!) the
sailors stumble into, the fact that the chanters seem so genuinely happy fascinates
Larry and baffles Buddusky, who wrongfully believes he knows what living is
about. The closest he comes is a jolly punch up with some marines in a train
station crapper. But at least it is a happy moment for him. Sometimes a happy
moment here or there is the most any of us can ask for.
The Last Detail
comes to blu-ray from Twilight Time, and the picture is very grainy, pretty
soft, and consistently dark. The blacks of the sailors’ P-coats and uniforms
tend to blob together in an undifferentiated mass. These issues are probably more due to Ashby’s intended aesthetic than any mastering blunders. The print is very
clean without any significant blemishes to speak of. Special features are
limited to a trailer and isolated score track. Get the blu-ray here on Twilight Time's official site.