As narrator Jimmy Breslin (as himself) puts it, there's 8 million stories in the naked city, and this is one of them. I just wish it didn't have to be so long.

Spike Lee's latest joint, like much of his recent work, is an epic exercise in tedium. While it's punctuated by moments of greatness - and sometimes, even genius -- those moments come too few and too far between to make Summer of Sam a truly great film. Sure, the tale of New York City in 1977, when David Berkowitz, a.k.a. Son of Sam, was marauding the Bronx with a .44 revolver, is a great place to start. But clocking in at almost 2 1/2 hours, you're likely to wish Son of Sam had taken you out at the halfway point.

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