When I was a younger man I used to like to go to bars in Astoria and talk to drunken, foreign men. In that regard The Outsider really brought me back.
The star of The Outsider is a fiddle-playing longhair who works crummy jobs to support his illegitimate son. It is unclear what he actually thinks of the woman, in fact, whatever in on his mind is unclear. He mostly listens to people as they ramble – to the men in the factory cafeteria, the old timers at the wedding party, to his screaming girlfriend at the loud discotheque. The style of the film is breezy, direct, almost documentary-style, as if we are drunk, too. So if you like hairy, Eastern bloc men in 70s fashions rambling on and on about the System, this one is just for you.