It doesn't Bode Well for a Film when the most Lingering Image is a Camel Hair Coat. Especially one with this Title.

But that just might be what Happens after Viewing. Because although the Look of the Movie throughout is softly Muted for an Overcast, NYC in Wintertime 1981 Appearance, it is really Background to the Camel Hair Coat that Walks Through the Story.

Speaking of Story, this is one of those that is Big on Story, You Know the Kind, all about the Who, Where, and the Why, and Not so much About the How and the What.

We Learn much about this Non-Gangster, who seems to Hang around a Lot of Gangsters. We are Told and Told Again that He is a "Good Man" and does Everything Straight and Above Board.

So Much so that it gets a bit Tedious and even His Wife is Losing Patience with all the Goody-Goody Posturing.

The Gist of all this seems just how much He will take before He Cracks and Fights Back against the "Real" Gangsters that are Taking Advantage of this "Pussy" (as his wife calls him). That's the Tension.

Well Acted, but the Conceit of the Slow-Burn Story Never Manifests itself into an Entertainment that Rises much Above Average. It's a Nice Try at something a Bit Off-Key and has Attractive Leads, but the Real Star of the Movie is the Camel Hair Coat.