I consider NEW YORK, NEW YORK to be one of Martin Scorcese's worst Films......

OUT-PACED BY ROBERT DE NIRO'S GREAT PORTRAYAL OF A DISGUSTINGLY, MACHO, SEXIST, BUT MUSICALLY BRILLIANT, EGOTIST, LIZA WAS RESOLVED TO THE BACK OF THE SADDLE, HOLDING ON FOR HER LIFE....EVEN WHEN IN HER 'ELEMENT'....THE FOOTLIGHTS!.....ALL THIS SCREECHING AND FORMULAICALLY STYLISH CHOREOGRAPHY REPRESENT 'WHAT I DON'T LIKE ABOUT  BROADWAY'.....1977  WAS A BIG YEAR FOR FILMS ABOUT 'ASSHOLE MEN' AND FOR WOMEN, CHANNELLED INTO SUBMISSION BY THEIR SUBMISSIVE INSECURITIES .......AT LEAST, LIZA'S CHARACTER HAD THE SENSE TO QUIT PLAYING ALONG WITH THE 'GAME'......[AS I RECALL ANOTHER 1977 FILM, "LOOKING FOR MR. GOODBAR", IN WHICH DIANE KEATON'S 'CHARACTER' IS SERIALLY AND FATALLY ABUSED BY FOUR ASSHOLES WITH MACHO DOMINATION ROUTINES......]

Roger Corman's "Bucket of Blood" - (opening credits) Some absurdist Subterranean Beatnik Poetry, accompanied by really 'cool' jazz saxaphone by Paul Horn .......

During a 9th Grade Saturday night of playing 'Beatnik'....in not-very-cool N. Alabama...three friends and I snuck into 'The Drive-In'.....likely, "Woody's Drive-In"....for a double feature of Roger Corman's "A Bucket Of Blood" and Russ Meyer's "The Immoral Mr. Teas"...with a couple of Herbert Tareyton 'cork-tips', some Heath bars and a carton of 'Cokes'.......I was 'ready', then, to excape the duldrums of Space City and hitch a ride to Bohemian Individualist Thinking ....'that' was in NYC, of course......'The Village'....It was 4 years later, that I first arrived 'on the Scene'..... already, transformed by Fashion and Fad to accomodate the then rapid-change from 'Beatnik' to 'Hippie'......with a stopover at a Hootenany Hoot with some prancing beer-can-rolled Confusionaires with bows in their hair and Dick Clark on the over-bar b/w TV, dictating the "LOOK" to go with the Watusi Craze....no corny poets with Ferlinghetti pocket poetry books next to their butt-filled ashtrays, ringed java cups and beer-foamed mugs.....Boxes of beads and Crackerjacks trinkets becoming the rage of beret-clad soon-to-be hipsters' mini-stage Acts with bongos and deep mascara......