This is my favourite Scorsese movie. It is, to some degree, a practice before those other movies that you mention (although not as much as Who's That Knocking at my Door) but for me it is a tremendously exciting practice filled with raw, edgy energy, terrific, naturalistic performances and a glum, buzzing atmosphere that makes you feel the neighbourhood, feel the characters, their scratchy desperation, their weird lives hanging out, playing cards, hustling, starting and avoiding fights, the casual violence and the fact that they are trapped in this twilight world of smoke and neon bar lights.
It's also one fo the first ever movies to use non-diegetic pop music on the soundtrack and I remember the first time I watched it, aged about seventeen, De Niro walking into the bar with a girl on each arm to the opening bars of Jumping Jack Flash, was just about the coolest thing I had ever seen in a movie and my excitement about the possibilities of cinema had perhaps never been higher than at that moment.
It's not everyone's cup of tea, that has become clear to me (although I still can't really understand it) but in part I think this is because people want cinema to be Hollywood, an idealised version of life, clear narrative thrusts, structure, beginnings leading to middles and endings, story arcs, character arcs, morals, a meaning. The 1970s is my favourite decade of American film-making precisely because these things were considered unimportant, secondary to showing something real, something shocking, the sort of thing that wouldn't be approved of by crowd-pleasing studio execs or get churned out by a committee meeting. Instead it gave you something visceral, gutteral, uncomfortable, worthwhile, a rejection of Hollywood norms and an injection of back-alley realities.
Read some film critics' thoughts on Mean Streets here if you like:
http://altscreen.com/12/13/2011/tuesday-editors-pick-mean-streets-1973 /
Reality is the new fiction they say, truth is truer these days, truth is man-made
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