The fringes of the fringes, John Cassavetes’ turf, an impressionistic whirl worth a thousand fumbled words… A highly variegated snapshot of diner booths, sidewalks, studios and terminals, a sustained rediscovery of the face in close-up, volatile and vulnerable. The drama and the comedy spring from “a problem with the races, that’s all” (cf. Daves’ Kings Go Forth), the hippest spot in town is not immune to a prejudice that can terminate a romance with a single glance.
Fernando F. Croce
August 03, 2015