Review of The Panic in Needle Park (1971) by Pauline Kael for The New Yorker — 25 Sep 1985
Pacino, as the boy, proves that he didn't need Coppola to make him act, but Kitty Winn is less satisfactory, and the film is finally subject to an iron law of diminishing returns after its plot plumbs the depths and can find nothing to do except batter us some more.
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This review of The Panic in Needle Park (1971) was written by Pauline Kael and published by The New Yorker on 25 Sep 1985.
The Panic in Needle Park has generally received positive reviews.
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