Have you ever experienced a night where all you want to do is get back home but every force of nature seems to be against you? Such an evening is portrayed in Martin Scorsese’s After Hours, the only out-and-out comedy in Scorsese’s canon (unless you count Michael Jackson’s “Bad” video). After Hours follows the unbelievable evening of Paul Hackett (Griffin Dunne), a mild mannered Manhattan word processor. (Remember DOS-based programs?) After meeting a woman named Marcy (Rosanna Arquette) at a diner, his night becomes an inner look at the seedy New York City nightlife and its inhabitants. No one films New York like Scorsese (except maybe Woody Allen, only in a different way). Ten years after Taxi Driver and the city still looks like a rain needs to come and wash all the scum off the streets. Instead of Travis Bickle, After Hours presents Catherine O’Hara in an ice cream truck as a vigilante for the city. Now that’s scary.