I've done so many bad things," wails Harvey Keitel, crumbling under the strain of his guilt at the climax to Abel Ferrara's burrow into depravity. Keitel's lieutenant ain't kidding: he's a violent, drug-chugging alcoholic and compulsive gambler with a twist of sexual perversity. That's a good day's work in anyone's book.
Lieutenant spends his time jacking up on crack or jacking off on women until the brutal rape of a young nun offers him a glimmer of redemption. With no plot to speak of, this is all about Keitel stripping his soul bare on screen in an overwhelming depiction of suffering. Uncut, unique and uncompromising.