Tempers boil over, threats are made and fingers pointed.
Sex is frequent, but sweaty and often guilt-ridden.
Again pounds on the soundtrack. To say Spike Lee's Summer of Sam is a fevered film is like saying Lee kinda likes the New York Knicks. For more than two hours, you can't catch your breath. It's the summer of 1977, one of the hottest and most dangerous in New York City history. Though veteran columnist Jimmy Breslin provides onscreen narration, Summer of Sam is not a docudrama about Berkowitz, or a police procedural, or an attempt to explain the killer's madness.