While not flattering, it's an intimate, heartfelt portrait that, like The Godfather a year earlier, influenced later views of Italian-American life.
In 1973, a year after "The Godfather" made organized crime kind of glorious, director Martin Scorsese exploded onto the big screen with his highly ambitious, and incredibly personal "Mean Streets," which chronicled what seemed to be his early adulthood in Little Italy, a place where there's organized crime which can look glamorous to anyone on the cusp of maturity.
A year earlier Francis Ford Coppola had created an epic crime family saga with "The Godfather," but though "Mean Streets" covered some of the same territory, it had a whole different feel.
But while Cassavetes was in fact an advocate of personal cinema and may have seen Mean Streets, with its flawed humanity and culturally-specific trappings, as a movie of primarily sociological and anthropological merit (many critics at the time saw it as an urban antidote to The Godfather), its technique is not to be underestimated.