Mean Streets:
4 ½ out of 5
I was given the opportunity to provide a guest review of a film by
Martin Scorsese for Andy Swinnerton’s site, Rorschach
Reviews, which got me so excited
that I asked if I could review two films. As a result, this is the second
of two new reviews I have written in regards to Scorsese’s past work, covering
his 1973 effort, Mean Streets,
starring Harvey Keitel and Robert De Niro.
Charlie: You don't make up for your sins in church.
You do it in the streets. You do it at home. The rest is bullshit and you know
it.
I previously reviewed Bringing out the Dead for my two-part
guest reviewing stint that has been focused on covering the career of Martin
Scorsese. Now I am writing about one of Scorsese’s
earliest works, which is a fitting companion piece to his 1999 effort. Mean
Streets is one of Scorsese’s more personal films, as it tackles a topic
that he has put on film quite often, small-time gangsters, while also factoring
in his Catholicism. The film is less
about story and more focused on the lives of these characters and being able to
familiarize the audience with the kind of atmosphere they live in. Many of Scorsese’s best films are more about characters
and a series of events that lead up to something, rather than really being
driven by a narrative and Mean Streets
is one of the best examples of this. It
was made with a fairly low budget and has signs of an early director finding
his bearings, but the roots of many of Scorsese’s other films, let alone the
work seen from other directors, have been firmly planted here. While Scorsese would go on to make some of
the best films of their respective decades, Mean
Streets is a great film to have as one of his starting points.









