This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
unnerving that it all works out in the end for him…half-baked male self-realisation through violence…a tale as old as time…doesn’t make it any easier to sit through.
New York looked so wonderful and illuminating through scorsese's eyes, felt nostalgic for a life long, long passed.
what can i say, i love trains and i love the absurd world building (train building?) attempted by this film. story is a bit vapid and characters a bit inconsequential except for Grey, the unforgettable (until you inevitably do) beautiful tan shirtless vaguely queer prized fighter from the tail end… anyways yes, a distended and at times clumsy allegory, but i’m a huge fan of the costuming, set design and honestly fight coordination, something about it all is so fantastical to me.
really off pacing, but such a strange and bizarrely joyous film, great if you are a fan of watching people running around in formal footwear
