The tangle of family, business, and crime, with its resulting loyalties and betrayals, is the volatile stuff of which the drama is made.

An On the Waterfront wannabe, directed with a heavy portentousness that smothers the drama in a thick sauce of self-importance.

I can't remember when a film so well-acted and so well-rendered visually was also so oppressive to sit through.

The outer boroughs in James Gray's New York are forlorn, and The Yards is a lament for a good-hearted white loser...