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As a DC native I know a lot of these musicians and clubs and this documentary covers a music scene that was lively and thriving but drew little national attention. When I was a student at the University of Maryland, from 1969 to 1972, my friends and I went to the Crossroads in Bladensburg occasionally and always heard great music. This film covers a lot of time and space, and does it masterfully. Highly recommended.

I wonder what kind of interpersonal relationships Rodriguez and Tarantino have. All of their movies are full of nothing but blood and gore, women are relentlessly belittled and abused, and the "plot" is virtually nonexistent. Just one scene of inhuman violence followed by another. All that matters is the body count. There is no love, no empathy, no sympathy, no humanity. I dare you to leave this on in front of your dog or cat. They will attack you in your sleep after watching this piece of crap. If you insist on watching it, have a drinking game. A shot of Jager for every severed limb, a shot of Tequila for every disembowelment. A shot of Jack for every gratuitous death.

The title is complete BS. Every victim or near victim screams her head off, even the policewoman played by Anne Archer. This is NYC in the gritty, filthy 80's. Peep shows in Times Square, fashion models by day, call girls by night. Deranged doorman quoting Shakespeare, his mute mother a study in barely controlled terror. The acting is mediocre, as is the writing. Plus, a young and lovely Anne Archer, Minus, a past his prime Mike Connors. Plus, a couple of the model/call girls get naked. Minus, one of their dirty old man clients nearly naked in the sauna. Overall, not terrible, and certainly not good, but reasonably entertaining.