Harvey Keitel and Robert De Niro. Holy Fucking Shit. Mean Streets is a classic gangster movie set in New York. A man struggling to move up in his organization is faced with decisions of power or love. And with an unpredictable lunatic like Johnny Boy along for the ride, you’ll be damned sure it’s bound to go off the rails and nose dive into madness. Martin Scorsese directs this brilliant movie of the criminal underworld and its doomed inhabitants. De Niro is a brilliant madman, and is the epitome of the irresponsible loose cannon. Keitel tries to take him under his wing, and the two have a kind of cursed brotherhood together that works beautifully. Of course, the obligatory Rolling Stones is put, once again, to masterful use with “Jumpin Jack Flash” playing while a slow motion walk through of the bar is simply an unforgettable moment. It was a tough call between this movie and Goodfellas for my gangster film entry, but I’m sticking with Mean Streets. The lack of production value makes it feel more raw and realistic a portrayal of characters, that wins out in the end.