Ugh, this feels like a very misguided notion on what the director thought it was to be a man. Even backdating this for 70's...it's just not very good.
Perhaps enjoy the cinematography and a historical window to NY, or play spot the celeb - bonus points if you recognized Dominic Chianese as the piano maestro. Also I didn't know that Mia Farrow had a sister who "acted."
Maybe there's a sliver here of Man as Urban Animal? Not really a theory I really want to get behind. Another trend from the 70's was to see criminals as victims, and there is a dose of that here. Dad and Mom both overtly reject their tortured son, but watching that son is its own brand of torture. I will say that Keitel's classical pianist facial dancing during performance rivals the most orgiastic moues of arena guitarists.
To be clear, a film about an anti-hero or a miscreant can be very compelling, but this film despite Keitel's energetic effort does not spark the gap.
Honestly, his boom box was the most fascinating part of the film. The notion that "there's a mixtape for that" predates the more boring modern "there's an app for that" hands down.
It's been a long time, but you and I might want to wash our minds out with "Bronx Tale" after watching this.
Perhaps enjoy the cinematography and a historical window to NY, or play spot the celeb - bonus points if you recognized Dominic Chianese as the piano maestro. Also I didn't know that Mia Farrow had a sister who "acted."
Maybe there's a sliver here of Man as Urban Animal? Not really a theory I really want to get behind. Another trend from the 70's was to see criminals as victims, and there is a dose of that here. Dad and Mom both overtly reject their tortured son, but watching that son is its own brand of torture. I will say that Keitel's classical pianist facial dancing during performance rivals the most orgiastic moues of arena guitarists.
To be clear, a film about an anti-hero or a miscreant can be very compelling, but this film despite Keitel's energetic effort does not spark the gap.
Honestly, his boom box was the most fascinating part of the film. The notion that "there's a mixtape for that" predates the more boring modern "there's an app for that" hands down.
It's been a long time, but you and I might want to wash our minds out with "Bronx Tale" after watching this.