There are definitely some great visuals scattered throughout this meandering, directionless film, but that's about it. Unfortunately, the would-be protagonist takes a backseat to the bleak and brutal portrait of New York City and the cheap excuses to introduce a titty, bloodshed, or the "n word", leaving this a film without a coherent plot or any real character development.
Perfect example of how focus and more cohesive doesn't always equal more engaging. Out of his experimental movies, Bakshi delivers probably the most blah-snore-when-is-this-going-to-end movie out of his filmography. I'll take Fritz the Cat and Coonskin over this anyday.
In some ways, Ralph Bakshi's most ambitious and accomplished film, certainly his most brutal and grotesque. Palpable beneath the juvenile humor and vulgarity is a raw, intense undercurrent of rebellion and surprising poignancy, as well as inventive experimentation with the medium of film animation. Definitely not for everyone, but a fascinating piece of work.