In this film, Bronx-born director Abel Ferrara energetically documents Manhattan’s Little Italy during the famed San Gennaro feast. As Ferrara explains, the feast “brings all the characters out.” He introduces viewers to Butchie the Hat, Cha Cha, Baby John, and others, who reminisce about the pre-Giuliani feast as prepare for the annual “invasion” of tourists. Actors and musicians including Danny Aiello and Matthew Modine make appearances.
“Village Voice” wrote:
What could be more downtown than celebrating downtown’s most notorious tourist trap? The fried dough sizzles in Mulberry St., Abel Ferrara’s feature-length video doc. With the self-appointed celluloid King of New York extolling the heartburn charms of Little Italy’s annual Feast of San Gennaro, Mulberry St. is an extended gloss on Ferrara–ego idol Martin Scorsese’s Mean Streets, especially the scene in which Harvey Keitel complains that “with that feast on, ya can’t even move in your own neighborhood,” to which De Niro makes the heartfelt reply, “I hate that feast with a passion!” You might, too, but Ferrara fucking loves it! Stocked with highly local celebs and garrulous performers from his previous films, not to mention the irrepressible Ferrara frequently schmoozing on camera, Mulberry St. is a festival of self-dramatization in which it is impossible to judge whether Scorsese captured or invented the essence of Little Italy street jive. In either case, Ferrara has preserved it. In 50 years, this warm, cheesy, sometimes rancid slice (of life) will be a holy relic.