Unflinching depiction (unflinching enough for most sensibilities, anyway) of the alley-cat existence of a rock-and-roll low-lifer in Lower Manhattan: where is the next meal coming from? the next bed? the next pipe dream? It is not too hard to take: there is an appalled sense of humor beneath it all, and there is a displaced Montanan, a subscriber to the Code of the West, to give us some moral bearings. But the story does just tend to drag on like the heroine. Susan Berman's demonically driven performance (we hope she is only acting) is a help, there. With Richard Hell; directed by Susan Seidelman. (1982) — Duncan Shepherd
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