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Rating: Well-crafted this crime-noir by Abel Ferrara, entirely focused on an Irish antihero cop in a whirlwind of drugs, sex, illegal betting on a damn baseball final in a best of seven series that refuses to go his way, leading him to wager unsustainable amounts even for a neighborhood fixer like him.
An almost clandestine backdrop of New York, a practicing Catholic family enduring the physical and moral decline of this man, a brutal rape in a church that will give a glimmer of hope to the insolvent gambler, and the red thread of this game, inexorably guiding our hero towards the final catharsis (which I obviously won't spoil for you).
Ferrara offers, with a dry and effective direction, a pretty decent portrayal of the metropolitan neuroses of a powerful and lonely man, imbued with an immense religious fervor ("I'm blessed") that will have as its stage the church where the sacrilege took place. Torment and ecstasy.
Intense Keitel. His moans of pain, guilt, impotent rage, and desperate despair in the stunning spiral leave internal scratches. The original language is a must.
To be watched in the middle of the night, as it was for me...
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