My five star Netflix review:
"All you gotta do is learn to feel sorry for yourself. One of the best indoor sports, feeling sorry for yourself. A sport enjoyed by all. Especially the born loser."
Snappy script. Effortless acting, especially for the time period. How many modern movies are this entertaining and insightful about character development? This movie is racy, interesting, heartbreaking to watch Fast Eddie self-destruct, and even worse to witness his sweetly codepenedent relationship with drunkard Sarah Packard. A raw, emotional story with no holds-barred. Pretty ugly and honest for 1961. They don't even allude to the casual sex between him and Sarah, they come right out with it in the dialogue. Ballsy, pun intended.
Stories where boys become men fascinate me (particularly now when the Peter Pan syndrome is celebrated in films). This classic is a doozy. Will he learn to love unconditionally? Can he forge character? Or will he always be a self-destructive loser? A beautiful, deep journey where every character is flesh and blood, and instrumental to Eddie's journey. No cheap shots here. They made shots nobody's ever made before.
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