Summer in New York City, 1977. A record heat wave, a Yankee pennant drive, a blackout and a looting spree. For the tabloids and news shows, and for six unlucky people who died at the business end of his .44, that scalding season belonged to the Son of Sam.
Someone could make a good movie about a tortured fellow who kills lovers in parked cars on the advice of a talking dog. But in Summer of Sam, a kind of Bronx Boogie Nights, Spike Lee has made a very bad movie with David Berkowitz deep in the background. It's mainly about...
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