Robert Israel Kabakoff

Worse than unbelievably bad. It started sinking the moment the way-too-cute, cereal-box-looking kid was shown watching the dice game—neatly pressed and spotless in his Brooks Brothers wardrobe—in what was supposed to be a desperately poor, grimy, turn-of-the-century LES slum. It just got worse from there, right up to the cliché-ridden, sanctimonious wife “finding religion” and berating him for how he makes his living, all while ensconced and bedecked in the lap of his hard-earned, high-risk, morally dubious luxury. Poor Harvey—he did a fine job and deserved much, much better. By the way, Meir never had a seat at that table, and probably never wanted one.