Better than I remember, but still a fundamentally joyless, humorless affair. And what’s with all the wailing? Put Keitel in this against Eric Roberts in Pope of Greenwich Village and see who wins! I’m all for a performer laying it all out on the line, but, come on, a director needs to go in there and reel them back sometimes.
Anyway – not a bad film – and points for its economic script – but not quite worth the cult following.
