By Jack Garner A Gannett News Service film review Suspicious neighbors and jealous lovers shout at each other. Tempers boil over, threats are made and fingers pointed.
Sex is frequent, but sweaty and often guilt-ridden.
For more than two hours, viewers can't catch their breath. That's as it should be. It's the summer of '77, one of the hottest and most dangerous in New York City's checkered history. It's no police procedural, nor an attempt to explain the killer's motives or madness. But it isn't a story about the killer or his victims.