2.5 / 5. Martin Scorsese made this little seen comedy in 1985, just after "The King of Comedy". The irony is that the latter works as a twisted character study, is immensely engaging and memorable but not particularly funny, whilst "After Hours", intended, supposedly, as a straight up "date night gone wrong" comedy, is a complete misfire. The screenplay itself, so replete with dated mysoginisms, with our hero's wish to get laid as a central character motivation, make for hollow entertainment at best. The discomfort the protagonist has with learning about a woman's potential burn scars by discovering her tube of medical cream (and this was 10 years before "Seinfeld", too) is not amusing but sad and frustrating, the plot device of her past history of torture a far too bleak one for it work in a comedy. Perhaps Scorsese considered such elements of the writing to add dark flavour and edginess to the material, but it all amounts to the lead guy being unlikeable and the women in the film being unfunnily portrayed as hysterical neurotics. The deftness of Scorsese's directorial hand is seen no less here than in his other films, placing this superbly lit and shot film at discomfiting odds with its immature, ugly writing.