When menace divides us into silence, acquiesance and looking away No doubt this is a powerful and raw portrayal of cruelty as sport set in the close, no-place-to-hide confines of a NYC Subway car. The strap-hangers here in the gritty, litter strewn, graffitied car have that 60's existential intensity, of the emotionally crippled, the ashamed and self-hating, the self-absorbed, the impotent--all easy targets for a pair of sociopathic avenging devils who mete out to the motley late night riders the piercing taunts that strike their injured souls with such perfection they can only sit in pained silence, or whimper powerlessly.
But I would argue with anyone who sees this as a reflection of our true nature. Sure, there are no shortages of bullies--from schoolyard to boardroom, and their enabling cowards. But we tend to act better than this in real life (commenters here have referred to the legendary Kitty Genovese murder in Queens in the 60's, where neighbors ignored pleas and screams for help for the hours it took Ms Genovese to die--although recent investigations show that published accounts were sensationalized to foster a false narrative of fear and indifference).
The cast here is nothing short of superb, bridging an ensemble of 40's, 50's and 60's Hollywood and Broadway talent, such as Thelma Ritter, Gary Merrill, Ruby Dee and Jan Sterling, with emerging 70's talent such as Beau Bridges and Martin Sheen.
In the real world, I have every confidence that in similar circumstances, the able-bodied and not so able-bodied, whether in a NYC Subway car, or in a Midwestern city bus, would quickly resolve to join forces and fight back against a similar menace.