Call me naive, as naive as Voight’s character through most of the movie. Man, he runs into some messed up people as a male prostitute in New York. Hoffman gives another impressive performance. And by the end I was surprised by how much I cared for the two friends. When the song “Everybody’s talkin’ at me” comes on and Hoffman’s character appears too sick to make it to their dream destination, it was more powerful than I expected. It brought a whole new meaning to that song. It made me think of Death of a Salesman and A Raisin in the Sun, two plays I had read recently also about the disappointment of lost dreams.