Mean Streets (1973) dir. Martin Scrosese
It's been about two weeks since I saw Mean Streets, and I'm still struggling to find something to say about it. It's a Scorsese film in the most generic sense - Roman Catholic Italian urban mid-level mobsters who run with trash and see their aspirations clash with reality. It's the same plot as one of those men in grey flannel suits, stuck in the suburbs, mid-20th Century novels about the futility of the American dream. Except with more violence and a sewer style. It's the type of movie with characters that 14-year-old boys admire and 34-year-old boys pity.
Mean Streets is #127 on the Top 1000 Films list I’m working on. I’ve now seen 370.