This is a visual masterpiece, where the frame and the audio are important. This is a gangster extravaganza of the 90s. It was surprising to find that Carlito's Way (with Al Pacino) was filmed three years after this film! Christopher Walken turned out to be an ex-mafioso worse than Pacino, and Wesley Snipes could be given an Oscar for his supporting role.
In this film, by the way, Walken dances a little while meeting his black friends. Snipes also dances in ghostly blue lighting with half-naked friends, not knowing that in a few minutes their striptease will turn into a dance of death. Dancing, scattering bloody splashes, ricocheting from the hoods crashing into the street crowd of cars, Chinese and black brothers.
Most importantly, this is a New York movie that Ferrara has a crush on as enchanted as Woody Allen or Spike Lee. This is an enthusiastic poem about New York, about the Brooklyn Bridge and the roar of the elevated train, about well-groomed cemeteries and rotten dens, about whores and diners, about Italians, Chinese and African Americans, although they play a game of extermination, but feed this city with their blood.
Well, and one more thing, no one knows how to shoot close-ups of male faces like Ferrara is the cocaine `Bergman` of our days.