True Romance, directed by Tony Scott and written effortlessly by Quentin Tarentino, is a romantic film for all who sit in darkness. It’s a suave and rip-roaring experience into the lives of two young outcasts, comic-book clerk, Clarence, played by Christian Slater, and call-girl Alabama, played by Patricia Arquette. On a lucky occurrence, albeit far from star-crossed, they become hitched in deep and innocent love. The film has the quick, action-like pace that would characterize Tony Scott’s later films, and the performances are all around well-done, complementing the casting at the same time: Christian Slater has a perfect taciturn smile like Travis Brickle, and Patricia Arquette has teeth like fangs, her deadly love shining through her ‘peach-smelling’ smile.
The story starts to roll when Clarence has become comfortable enough with Alabama as to defend her: he asks for her pimps address, and heads over to beat his head in, telling Alabama with proudly counter-suggestive truth, “I’m just going to get your stuff.” He plans for more, and when he ends up getting out with her stuff, it turns out to be a case full of 5k worth of cocaine. Run? Yes. The newly wedded lovebirds flock to Clarence’s fathers trailer, a police officer, and he asks if his dad, played by Dennis Hopper, has heard any talk with his name in it. When nothing shows up, Clarence packs their bags with free-minded joy, ready to live in prosperity.
The film of course has unknown ultimatums involved; Clarence will not see the last of the street thugs from Detriot. But what doesn’t change and what is never unknown, is that Clarence and Alabama are deeply in love, melded by the violence they share together. A touching, morally-ironic film that is a testament to Tarantino’s screenwriting ability.