Louis Chiasson’s review published on Letterboxd:
Why this didn’t blow me away on a first watch is a mystery to me. I’d honestly say that post-Apocalypse Now, most of Coppola’s output can be enjoyed regardless of if you pay attention to the plot, this one chief among them. Coppola’s like a silent film director here; all of the emotion is packed into the image. It’s the ultimate display of melancholy peeking through tough facades. The aesthetics of an inferior movie like The Outsiders aren’t just flipped on their head, they’re imploded. Scenes that in another film would be shown as badass are shown here as some combination of surreal and tragic. When Rusty James takes on his brother’s role at the end it’s not just in reputation, but in interiority and world-weariness. As always, Coppola is in a league of his own.