Searing indelible power
John vincent teaches english at his old high school in yonkers, sings and play guitar in empty pubs at night. he's not half bad, but he's not best seller material either: he's a touch too earnest, too much tied to his tiny little world. when his wife leaves him, his loneliness is quickly assuaged by lisa, a local waitress and past acquaintance. thier romance is passionate, but it moves too quickly for wary lisa and soon john seems less a devoted partner and more a jealous, potentially psychotic stalker. director robert celestino scars the screen with pure black and white, illuminating the dark side of john's nature. his images are filled with real people, with real feelings; his characters work slave jobs, get their periods, break down at work. under his careful direction, like that of a mordern day cassavetes, loniness and alienation seem less the cultural currency of the moment and more the unwavering paradigm of human relationships. mr. vincent is a "love story" of searing, indelible power.