Gentrification. Knicks mania. Russian delis. The Coney Island clown. Dan Hedaya. However you feel about this one, this has gotta be one of the most New York movies ever made.
As far as post-“Parasite” class parables go, this one’s hardly subtle, but it’s also pretty damn sledgehammer-effective most of the time. Sutton remains a visual poet with a deft gift for capturing menace and atmosphere, and you get the sense, watching this, that he’d rather die than shoot a scene for purely expository purposes.
Also, there’s Johnny Lee Miller as a cartoon supervillain capitalist scowling like Eric Trump as he watches a tableau of writhing strippers dance in front of him and later screaming “MONEY” for no reason and with no context... so there IS that, if you’re curious.
Half a star for Phil Mossman’s score 🔥 🔥 🔥