


Holding his fingers over candle flames as penance and treating a glass of scotch like a sacrament, Charlie, a smal-time mob figure out of Little Italy, is trying to invent his own confession system to deal with his fear of hell. But he can't escape it, walking again and again into Tony's bar, which is drenched in hell-red colors, a theme that keeps following him around during the whole movie. Meanwhile Johnny Boy is out there borrowing money he'll never repay and shooting at the Empire State Building from a rooftop for fun, basically speedrunning his own funeral. He reminded me of Mario, the role De Niro portrayed in "The Gang That Couldn't Shoot Straight". Not sure why exactly, maybe just because of the energy early De Niro had. Charlie tells himself he's keeping him close out of Christian charity. Really he's just using him as self-inflicted punishment he can point to instead of fixing his actual life. "You don't make up for your sins in church, you do it in the streets." The movie proves you can't do it in the streets either.

Yea, idk about this one. Definitely expected more. The desperate American "response" to War and Peace I imagine.
