King of New York

Dominic Simard-Jean

The gangster genre was brought to its greatest highs of filmmaking extravaganza by a crazed up Abel Ferrara who made a movie capable of disturbing anybody's moral compass. The cinematography, the violence and the performances are all perfectly executed, but it's Walken's Frank White, the ultimate gangster paradox, the image of the nigths of NYC, that will stay in your mind long after the end of this film.

Bobowood

Christopher Walken is simply amazing. Such an intense performance.

Kays Vanderest

This is the most exceptionally powerful gangster film I have ever experienced. Cinematic splendor.

Jake Cole

A literal vision of the drug war, where moral codes have long ago gnarled and atrophied and all that is left is dance, blood, coke and piss. The title is misleading, though; the biggest ambition anyone has in this film is to take someone else down before they fall.

El Biffo

3.4* The shootout scenes are chaotic and tedious and the party scenes are a drag. I like the visual aesthetic tho, and Christopher Walken dancing.

Eric Rucker

Fuck you, MUBI, that’s not a film. Whoever directed it is not an auteur, just a macho misogynist pig. (No such thing as an auteur anyhow.) Cross over to the world of art where it intersects with humanism. Move the world forward. Stylized violence does not equal style, and “style” is a big steaming pile like “auteurism.” Hand in your badge, fanboy, no more programming for you. And what’s with the illiterate subtitles?

Stefan Drees

Christopher Walken's dancing steps (cited in the video to Fatboy Slim's "Weapon of Choice") are legendary. The problem of the film is its sketchiness: Ferrara seems to like not to be involved with his characters.

Jason

Mr. Ferrara is an honest to goodness master. This has never been amongst his greatest works. It is rigged to pull in the rabble. It does possess one of Mr. Walken's most giddy-makingly bonkers performances. Fishburne is likewise way out in the outer recesses. The violence is some ridiculous cartoon spectacle shit that just plain baffles. I will be very, very pleased if I never see David Caruso ever again. Ever.