A heartfelt feature debut that’s rich with specifics and seems like the rare 80s period piece to completely avoid pop nostalgia in favor of a tone of exhaustion and grime. In other words, Steel remembers the actual decade, not just its marketing.
It feels true throughout: the grubby little New York apartments, the acne on David’s cheek, the flushed faces and curled toes when they’re fucking, Itzak’s and Herschel’s toothbrushes in their cheap little cup. It’s all got a bone-deep sadness while still feeling fully alive.
There’s a very brief fight scene that’s jump-cut to perfect effect, and a wonderful, spare klezmer score throughout.
In the lead, Levine has a soft, handsome face, and his reticent David often has parted…