Guess what? I loved "Smoke" so much, I've bought its uproarious follow-up "Blue in the Face". Until two weeks ago, I'd never heard of Harvey Keitel, but after watching "Smoke", I couldn't get enough of him and his friends.
"Blue in the Face" isn't so much a movie as a documentary-style record of what goes on in Auggie's tobbaconist shop in downtown Brooklyn.
It crackles with wit and energy and you wished there was a cigar shop and a whacky group of locals like that in your own neighbourhood. I'd even take up smoking to join them!
