John Cassavetes's first attempt as improvisational maestro. It plays a little like a basketball without air in it. But the players themselves (and their coach) are undaunted. The very low budget (vicinity of $40,000), the scratchiness of the surface, the absence on screen of either Cassavetes himself or any of his Hollywood cronies for glamour, the overall aura of experimentalism, not to mention the earnest theme of racial understanding, all work together to elicit our maximum indulgence and best wishes. And these are not strictly charity. Ben Carruthers, Lelia Goldoni. (1959) — Duncan Shepherd
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