"...the best film at the Whitney. Lamy describes his movie as “a fantasy about the mental and physical masturbation of an overexposed, overstimulated urban teenager"—a solemn proposition that he handles rather in the manner of the Three Stooges. He has assembled a marvelous cast of fat boys and slinky girls in which everybody appears either mostly comatose or wholly disreputable. There are many happy moments in “Big City Blues,” but I especially prized a parody bump and grind performed by a long‐haired, blond boy, an imitation sexy Swede, to the theme music from “Exodus.'" - Roger Greenspun, New York Times Oct. 19th 1971