Carlito’s Way is another one of those films that perfectly aligns with the pyrrhic spirit of Alan Vega and Martin Rev’s song Dream Baby Dream. Moreover, it is also a reiteration of what The Killing of a Chinese Bookie meant to John Cassavetes :

“Cassavetes spoke to Gazzara about the gangsters in the film as a metaphor for the people who are constantly trying to steal or ruin people's dreams. Cassavetes started to cry and Gazzara saw that playing Cosmo was representing John Cassavetes and the movie was a metaphor for the director's struggles for his own dreams.”

A story on friendship and love that occurs despite work shifts, because most narrative films begin after work is over. Through cinema, the proletarians' night becomes a music influenced conscience where good intentions dawn and two choose to leave for their surreal and temporary paradise with the help of a friend.

I saw Pompeii to have a laugh at vulgar auteurists. But, my God, I didn't laugh. I saw a great deal that was strange, even stupid. But I also saw CGI that was delicate, almost too sensitive. A city washed through by the ocean and ravaged by fireballs. Impossible details. The earth fissured into catacombs. I felt as though I touched and heard the panic of doomed lives struggling with their fate. No sound came from their breasts as they embraced alone when the fire engulfed them. My God, I didn't laugh.