Without a doubt that flick changed my life in more ways than one as it introduced me to a broken glass dark side of my own city where undercover cops dressed like Santa Claus in the hood while on a mission to arrest low-level drug dealers peddling junk in a Brooklyn bar called The Oasis. Indeed, the first time I saw the crude cop Popeye Doyle (Gene Hackman) he was standing outside a Brooklyn bar dressed like Santa, with the full beard and the whole red suit uniform. One minute he was bonding, singing “Jingle Bells” with random Black kids and the next he’s chasing a junkie down the block.
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