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And that is just it, the suffering endures without any real efforts to thwart these idiots. We join the passengers in watching this madness.

Joe and Artie even prevent from leaving the train (and people getting on), without any of the bystanders seemingly able to out-maneuver the predicament. Every single passenger is confronted at one point or another. Plucking their targets as the wind blows. “The tension, the claustrophobia, takes over beyond any physical sign of courage or detriment.”īit-by-bit, the morons start to degrade whoever they can.

Aware of their meek audience, it does not take long for Joe and Artie to begin their reign of humiliating them. Presenting themselves to this cluster of everyday folk with a heavy whiff of rowdy repulsion. Trouble-makers, Joe and Artie, reappear when they get on the train. We also meet a down-and-out alcoholic, who is approached by a gay man – both board the train, and an African-American couple. There’s a blooming teenage couple, an elderly Jewish husband and wife, a conflicted middle-aged couple, two soldier buddies (one has a broken arm). On said train car, we first encounter a passed out vagrant, as a husband and wife board with their sleeping 5 year-old daughter. It’s late on a Sunday evening / Monday morning, so there are some pretty worn out souls in the Bronx. There’s an aura of resentment, and sexual hunger, and misplaced pride. One man picks an argument with a ticket officer. They bicker about finances and the state of the youth culture. Some more significant, and vocalised louder, than others. All travelling from various corners of New York City, to all eventually end up on the same Subway train.Īnd these people themselves are carrying the weight of their own personal problems and gripes. What follows is carefully crafted foray into the group of characters. The seeds of such behaviour have been sewn. The plot then leaves Joe and Artie for a large chunk of the picture. I mean, how much has changed since then? Our capacity for witnessing such torment has hardly shifted. Even watching it today, such unprovoked, heartless acts of brutality and terror have you shaking your head. And for what, eight lousy dollars? “There’s an aura of resentment, and sexual hunger, and misplaced pride.” Then harassing a couple on their travels, before jumping an old man, and beating him half to death. Joe and Artie, despicable thugs that they are, kick up a stink when asked to leave a pool hall. Opening with a couple of young hoodlums, Joe (Tony Musante) and Artie (Martin Sheen), The Incident takes extensive care in its introductions.