Yes, these are times where YouTube confessions can get you instant celebrity ... but Catholic guilt, oedipal complexes, and liberal Manhattanite chauvinism, aren't sentiments you can exactly get across in a 4 minute tease video.
It's that completely original - and always convincing - freewheeling spirit that Toback places in the hearts of all his male leads. Robert Downey Jr. in The Pick-Up Artist and Two Girls and a Guy. Adrian Grenier in Harvard Man. Fred Weller in When Will I Be Loved. Himself in Black & White. And of course Harvey Keitel in Fingers. They are him. He is them. High-minded sex fiends and drunken louts. Sensitive appeasers and generous brutes. Family is all and love is essential. In a perfect world James Toback would be granted time-capsule inclusion to represent the 20th century American melting-pot artistic male.
Fingers is a slow burner. The bookended piano scenes will raise you up and knock you down. This is quick cinema that matches its social mores line by line with easy economy like Ernst Lubitch did the European upper-classes in the 30's and 40's. For a full meal, Fingers would make a great chaser for Scorcese's Mean Streets and an even better prelude to his underrated King of Comedy. But be sure and look for it on DVD... if possible. I'm sure lots is lost on the VHS print. Either way, its a film you'll wanna place under your pillow, afterwards, for some sleepytime comfort.