The world of Little Murders (1971), a dark absurdist comedy, is one of subverted traditional values (they’ve been “murdered”) and of hope swallowed up by anomie. Actor Alan Arkin turned Jules Feiffer‘s off-Broadway play into a film, which is for a long time delightfully intelligent and mostly skillfully acted. Plus, this is one of the few movies concerned with big-city violent crime. Feiffer’s writing is impure, however. He doesn’t know how to end Little Murders. All he can do is rub out noses in human depravity, then the film’s over. This isn’t good enough.

(All reviews are by Earl Dean)