"I ain't up on all this voodoo shit- I'm from Brooklyn."
This atmospheric, noirish, horrific thriller starts off in '50s New York City. Harry Angel is a seedy private eye (with a chicken phobia!), hired by the mysterious Louis Cyphre (Robert De Niro) to track down a man named Johnny Favorite. Johnny was a singer who owed a lot to Mr. Cyphre, and may or may not be holding out on his debt. The search takes Angel to Louisiana, where voodoo and death seem to stalk his every attempt to find out more about Johnny.
This movie is visually striking and full of little hints to the solution of the mystery. The horror impact is earned via dramatic developments rather than via gore and blood (thought there is plenty of those as well). Even very small roles are beautifully cast. I am not a Mickey Rourke fan but he was tremendous as Harry Angel. There is some nudity and one sex scene that I would argue is not gratuitous, but is thoroughly disturbing. Angel Heart is a film worth seeing more than once, but not if you have a weak stomach.