Steve Carlson’s review published on Letterboxd:
"In two years I'll be making light-beer commercials."
The path you set out upon does not lead to the destination you expect. New York punks head west like settlers, drifting off in search of something better than what they have, and run into the violence inherent in Manifest Destiny. The trauma of the past, unreckoned and unreconciled, lies in wait like a hungry animal.