Odd that I thought the sexual stuff was misplaced: it feels played for comedy, but is rather odd. Upon reading up, this flippant nature is even more problematic considering Director/Writer James Toback has apparently sexually assaulted 310 women. Yet, the film is grandly acted by Keitel, with good characterization and strong emotional conflicts. Too bad Toback's problems tainted Fingers, then his career.
Women are being treated terribly in this movie. They're being hit, stalked, pushed into having sex without protection and other things. It was hard to stomach. Yeah I get the vibe of this movie but I'm still not sure if it was necessary to this extent. The fact that the director is accused of sexual assault by more than 300 women makes the feeling even worse.
A movie that did have a huge reputation at the end of the 70's. James Toback was meant to become a new Scorsese then. He had the brain and knew how to create an atmosphere. Nearly 40 years later, his name rings a bell only among a handful of movie lovers. So take the time to see 'Fingers', the sad story of Jimmy, a 32 year-old aspiring concert pianist, who's a debt collector in his spare time. Highly recommended.
An impressive and very pungent psychosexual gansgter drama, Toback's audacious conception of setting the story on a subjective Eros-Thanatos realm rather than a genuine 70's suburban New York is what alienates many people from it, as they keep finding the milieu clashing violently against their self-imposed assumption that all american movies of this type have to be realistic. Keitel's pianist tics are equally unreal
To paraphrase and apply what Robin Wood said about Marnie - if you prefer The Beat That My Heart Skipped to Fingers, you just plain don't like cinema. A testament to how miracles ultimately become pitfalls, Toback formed such a perfect ivory tower here to indulge all of his obsessions that he rendered himself only capable of creating films thereafter to suffer a steep decline into being uneven and uninteresting.