A generic New York street movie, about a couple of guys from the neighborhood who get into a lot of fucking trouble with the fucking mob and yell their fucking heads off at each other but in the end they love each other because . . . well, shit, they're a couple of guys from the neighborhood, after all. It's a shame that Vincent Patrick's novel didn't get a more sensitive interpreter than director Stuart Rosenberg: the stuff is there for a tight, atmospheric thriller. But Rosenberg is interested in the material only as a showcase for the overwrought, rather dated Method performances he has solicited from his cast; there's no real work on placing the story in a real-world context or on telling it to its best advantage. With Mickey Rourke, Eric Roberts, Daryl Hannah, Geraldine Page, Burt Young, and some blessedly direct, unactorish work from Kenneth McMillan.
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