Miracle Mile is the kind of film that sneaks up on you. What begins as a quirky, synth-soaked ‘80s romance quickly pivots into something far darker—a tense, time-ticking thriller about the possible end of the world. It plays with your expectations and does it smartly.
It reminded me of After Hours, with its eerie, empty streets and a rising sense of urban madness. Anthony Edwards is excellent as the everyman suddenly thrust into chaos, trying to make sense of increasingly alarming events. As the city stirs, panic spreads—looting, violence, and hysteria erupt in waves.
What’s unnerving is how the film keeps you guessing: is this happening or just a massive misunderstanding? It doesn’t quite pack the punch of Scorsese’s film, perhaps because faceless nuclear doom is harder to connect with than the weirdness of late-night city dwellers. Still, it’s a compelling, offbeat descent into dread—uneven but gripping.
A friend at work was telling me about this film so I put it on my CP list. Aside from ticking a list off made up of lost 80s actors,this end of the world film has one thing going for it, the Tangerine Dream soundtrack. Wish I could say something else in its favour but the film's plot defies logic, a trombone playing doofus turns out the a gun wielding maniac intent on warning everyone he meets of a nuclearstrike descending on LA within the hour. The script seems to have been written by 700 blindfolded people as one line of dialogue bears no relationship to the next and scenes go nowhere and characters remain toilet paper thin. It's dodgy, dated and bad in the bad sense. Sorry, but not all 80s movies are golden.