A young James Caan gives a committed performance as writer looking for inspiration in the world of juvenile delinquency. He alters his wardrobe and manner to fit in with the young toughs and their girlfriends who live lives dedicated to crime in the Red Hook section of New York City. Unfortunately, Caan is the the only really good thing about this show.
This episode has serious problems. For one thing, by 1964 leather-jacketed \"juvenile delinquents\" look and act more like relics from the previous decade. Even the term \"juvenile delinquent\" seems dated by that year. It\'s just not possible to take these characters seriously. Their dialog sounds like bad out-takes from WEST SIDE STORY(minus the music to make it bearable), and their look seems to be just some concoction from a TV writer\'s fevered fantasy. A few of the young actors give decent performances, but the characters are so ridiculous that they never really convince the viewer. The episode is too long to be an amusing exercise in camp or dated nostalgia. Look for Walter Koenig (later Chekov on STAR TREK), Zalman King and Tony Musante in the cast.