This is Marty's one night fever trip movie, resembling more of what the Coen Brothers would come to be known for than Scorsese himself. I really like that he dipped his toes in all these different genres though. Crazy to think that he didn't really even become the Gangster Movie guy until 15-20 years into his career.

I was torn on After Hours for most of the runtime for a single reason - I couldn't tell whether the protaganist was meant to be an unlucky everyman, or an arrogant selfish idiot who caused all of his own problems but always had someone else to blame for them. The former would have been a bad and annoyingly oblivious look for this movie. But the ending has me convinced that me and Marty are on the same page here. This wasn't bad luck. This was a character who was being punished for being a selflish imbecile.

So I'll give a 7.5. I've seen this movie done better by others, but was fascinating to see Marty's version of it.