I’m genuinely baffled by how lukewarm the reception to State of Grace is. This gritty, moody New York gangster flick delivers the goods: bruised loyalty, blood-streaked betrayals, and a slow-burn tension you could cut with a switchblade. Sean Penn is quietly magnetic, and Gary Oldman steals every smoky bar-room scene, backed by a rock-solid ensemble. The city itself—rain-slick alleys, amber dive lights—feels lifted straight from the Lumet playbook, all grimy streets and moral decay behind every brownstone.
Still, a nagging thought: am I just riding my own nostalgia? I’ve tramped those battered West-Side pavements, ducked into faux-Irish dives that could’ve doubled as sets. When a film maps my mental A-to-Z so precisely, objectivity scuttles off like a cockroach under neon.
It’s never flashy, but it hits hard. Why isn’t this spoken of with more respect?
Unconvincing and turgid gangster flick set in Hell's Kitchen. It has a top (kitchen) drawer cast: Sean Penn, Gary Oldman, Ed Harris, Robin Wright, RD Call, John C Reilly and John Turturro, yet it plods its way through a succession of well-worn (even by 1990) story beats. I wonder if Infernal Affairs took it's inspiration from this film's story yet the makers made an effort to improve it dramatically. The cast over act, scream and shout and smash things. And shoot each other. I like crime flicks but this was hard to like.