Six Ways To Sunday, director Adam Bernstein's low-budget follow-up to his infamous debut, It's Pat: The Movie, is set in Youngstown, Ohio, a once-thriving steel-industry hub that's never recovered from massive plant closings after WWII. Bernstein and co-writer Marc Gerald hint at an interesting story about becoming a young adult in a city emptied of its vitality and opportunity, then deliver an ill-conceived and bloody gangster comedy with silly Freudian undertones. Unleashing a Pandora's box of overripe Oedipal suggestions from Psycho, Spanking The Monkey, and a few renowned Jimmy Cagney vehicles, the film stars Norman Reedus and Debbie Harry as a devoted son and domineering mother, respectively. It's not long before she's scrubbing his back in the bathtub or reminiscing about the "perfect time" when he was still in the womb, though her control over him hasn't really weakened. Reedus gets mixed up in the local Jewish mob when he accompanies his gofer friend, Adrien Brody, on a debt collection and re-channels his repressed energy by giving the deadbeat such a vicious "schlumping" that Reedus is brought on as a chief henchman. Six Ways To Sunday steadily loses credibility as the minor pleasures of its carefully evoked setting and colorful performances—particularly Brody's as a guileless suburban homey—give way to gratuitous violence and shoehorned psychology. Bernstein shows more talent than his one-joke assignment on It's Pat may have indicated, and he's certainly willing to delve further into the peculiarities of human sexuality, but once again, he's limited by a high concept that he can't quite pull off.