When I was growing up, remakes, sequels and prequels were considered slightly dodgy—either a money grab or an admission that one didn’t have the chops to be original. These days they’re what the world seems to embrace, be it Top Gun: Maverick, House of the Dragon or Better Call Saul.
The latest case is the Showtime series American Gigolo. It’s a sequel to Paul Schrader’s hit 1980 movie, which starred Richard Gere as Julian Kay, a high-end LA escort who gets framed for murder only to be redeemed by the love of a good woman, played by Lauren Hutton.
As it mixed potboiler material with ideas of religious transcendence, the film was often silly. But it was also memorable. Bristling with expensive, production-designed amorality, it offered the pounding beat of Blondie performing “Call Me,” the image of Julian’s closet bursting with Armani clothing—the movie helped launch that brand in America—and the sight of Gere dishing up the first full-frontal nude scene by a male star in a studio film. American Gigolo was one of those Hollywood “classics” that became mythic without being particularly good.
Aside from its title, there’s nothing remotely mythic about the new series, which transfers Julian’s story into the 21st Century. Where Schrader created a deliberately opaque metaphorical fantasy, the show’s creator, David Hollander, takes a more literal-minded approach. He fiddles with the original plot, trading in highfalutin glitz for explanatory backstory and a conventional murder mystery.

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