It’s confusing and disorganized, but you can definetely feel the fire coming off of Mean Streets that has made it an everlasting influence. There are several sequences unrelated to the plot accompanied by excessive amounts of music, but its looseness is brave and entertaining. The rambling dialogue and inspired violence embellishes and almost glorifies the brash immaturity of wiseguys in the 70s. Watching Harvey Keitel’s beautiful performance depresses me that he no longer works with Scorsese. And watching DeNiro’s otherworldly characterization is a refresher course on the man’s talent. It’s funny, brash, unteathered, with new wave romantism and cinematography. A unique picture, peculiar even in the scope of Scorsese’s filmography.