Cab (1998, dir: Mary Cybulski and John Tintori, scp: Will Kern;
cast: Paul Dillon, Gillian Anderson, Laurie Metcalf, Julianne Moore, John
Cusak; aka Chicago Cab)
more than a review. It is a warning.
Cab is NOT a horror film. It is an art film. And not a
very good art film.
is necessary due to Hell
Cab's deceptive marketing. Apparently, its distributor (Trimark)
decided that Hell
Cab couldn't stand on its own merits, so Trimark gussied up the video
box to evoke a horror film.
Cab's original title was Chicago Cab,
based on a stage play of the same name. That's right, a stage play.
know it from the video box. The title Hell
Cab glows in eerie green letters. The taxicab on the box also
glows green, evoking Stephen King's Christine. Looks like horror.
reads: Do You Dare Pay The Fare? Sound like horror.
description on the box: "It's the darkest night of the year -- winter
solstice -- 6:00 a.m. and 20 degrees below zero (sic!) when an unsuspecting
cab driver picks up his first fare. Unaware of what's to take place,
the cabby drops the strange passengers, setting into motion an unstoppable,
unalterable, unfathomable series of events. It's as if the cab mysteriously
draws the most bizarre and dysfunctional people in the city. Exhausted
and afraid, the driver summons all his courage to make it through his shift,
but will he survive what's become the longest night of his life?"
the fact that it's winter solstice has no bearing on the story. The
cabby (Paul Dillon) is not unsuspecting, nothing takes place, there is
nothing mysterious about the cab's draw of passengers, who are not especially
bizarre, and there is nothing unstoppable, unalterable, or unfathomable
about any series of events. Nor is there any reason for the cabby
to summon all his courage on what, as the film reveals, is a typical night
in the life of someone with a lousy job.
Cab's plot structure is very common to sitcoms and stage plays. Choose a locale traversed by a cross section of society (a bus stop, hotel
lobby, restaurant, casting agency), then make wry observations as that
cross section traverses on through. I can imagine the staging. A few chairs with actors hopping in and out.
section is what you'd expect. The dangerous passenger, the couple
having sex in the back seat, the rush to get a pregnant wife to hospital,
the black passenger complaining about cabbies who don't pick up blacks,
the bickering couple, the rich matron who flirts with the cabby. And more. A great many more. That's because each passenger
occupies only a minute or two of screen time.
be fooled by the stellar cast. A minute or two doesn't afford much
screen time to anyone. Gillian Anderson occupies under two and a
half minutes. In another film, her part would be regarded a cameo. But since her screen time is as long as anyone else's (apart from star
Dillon's) Anderson shares top billing. And her X-Files renown helps fool viewers into thinking they're renting a horror film. And yes, many video stores carry Hell
Cab in the horror section.
Reilly (outstanding as the small time gambler in Hard
Eight), also has a few minutes in Hell
Cab, playing a heel who gleefully tells the cabbie about how he deceives
his sweet-natured receptionist/mistress.
from its lying marketing, can Hell
Cab stand on its own art film merits?
Cab has its moments. Strong moments, too. Powerful, poignant,
insightful, authentic. But these moments are few, brief, and then
on to the next fare. No, Anderson's moment is not one of the good
ones. She affects a blue collar Italian accent (not very well), playing
a woman bickering with her beau. Her scene is pointless and unresolved.
are unresolved, as is the film itself. The bulk of Hell
Cab is dull and depressing, a series of slice-of-life vignettes that
say nothing and go nowhere. One pities the cabby rather than sympathize
with him. Nothing is learned, the film ends without change. The point seems to be: here is a man with a lousy life and no future, and
look at all the miserable people he meets all day.
a kind of horror, but not the kind the video box advertises. On its
own merits, I'd be tempted to give Hell
Cab a pass, for its few standout moments (the rape victim, the architect,
and Reilly's deceived receptionist). Indeed, I enjoy indie films,
the Sundance Channel, the Independent Film Channel. But I was in
a mood for horror when I bought Hell
Cab (yup, I paid for it!), so its LYING marketing left me with a sour
taste. (Good thing Blockbuster accepts refunds).
Cab sounds like an intriguing stage play, you may indeed wish to
Cab. But don't rent it under the mistaken assumption that the
cab will glow green and transform into a portal to Hell. (At least,
not to Satan's Hell.)
if you're in the mood for an indie film about cabbies, Driven (not to be confused with the 2001 Sly Stallone film of
the same name) is better. Released in 1996 (sometimes listed
as 1998) Driven is about several cabbies and the dreams they harbor. Driven is both darker and brighter than Hell
Cab, in that one of the cabbies is killed, but most of them eventually
escape their hellish jobs for more hopeful futures. Driven also features my favorite succubus (actress Diane Dilascio from Poltergeist:
The Legacy's "Black Widow" episode) in the role of an emotionally closed
woman conflicted over whether to "settle" for a cabbie.
Review copyright by Thomas
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