Anthea Sylbert contributes almost all the visual brilliance to the film, and the mental trembling part becomes magnetizing when related to Polanski's personal legend.
Nothing special, but when Coughlin sipped a last sip of cola dropped on the street, reloaded his life with bullets, standed up against the police with a final shout, fuck you. Still a touching moment I will memorize for a long time: die young but die hardcore