While not every moment in this is perfect, the sum of it all is so powerful and so sad that I couldn't see myself giving it lower than the highest score possible. Cassavetes is king and Falk is tragically brilliant. The story and the core of the film is a resounding critique on everything the 70's stood for, machismo and layered leading men who could always escape their pursuers... But not here, Cassavetes portrays a man so scared of death but also so sure he will die that he just cannot care anymore, he cannot be bothered to give a crap about any inconvenience he will cause anyone because he's on his way to the grave in his mind. I can't praise John Cassavetes enough.
Review of Mikey and Nicky
