There was a period in American cinema when a thrilling crime
film meant stringing together a series of wild car chases. Oops, that time
never ended. But it may have begun in 1968 with Bullit, which had one brilliant chase scene around and over the
hills of San Francisco. The French Connection came along three
years later with a classic chase that seems to one up the climactic scene in Bullit.
This time we have another classic chase, with a cop in a ’71 LeMans
trying to keep up with a speeding and eventually out-of-control elevated train.
These two films went a long way to seal the fame of two fine actors — Steve McQueen as Bullit and Gene Hackman
as “Popeye” in The French Connection.
The French Connection
has the more complex plot and, perhaps because of this, takes a little time to
take off. We start in sunny, seedy and
scenic Marseille, the city we all suspect is France’s center of illicit
activities. We eventually find ourselves in New York, where there is a shortage
and consequently a hungry consumer demand for heroin. Based on a true story
recounted in the novel by Robin Moore,
a couple of second-rate cops want to bring down a clever narcotics chieftain.
Director William Friedkin brought
this kind of dark film from a stylish and perhaps mannered noir to a gritty
realism — or at least the realism as it is perceived in the 1970s. No heroes
here. Just a thriller that builds to an
end that is both frantic and mad. The
film won several Academy Awards and nominations including wins for Hackman and
Friedman. Roy Scheider was also
nominated for Best Supporting Actor.
You can credit or blame Bullit
for making the car chase as big a deal as it is? And who knows how many Ford
Mustangs it helped sell? Like The French Connection, Bullit was both a critical and box
office success. It had a few Academy
Award nominations as well.
A smarmy, pompous D.A., played to a tee by Robert Vaughn, calls on San Francisco
Police Lieutenant Frank Bullitt, played with admirable restraint by Steve McQueen. Respected cop, McQueen,
is ordered to guard a key witness before he testifies in a high-profile trial
of a dangerous man. It all goes wrong in
a hurry and the D.A. wants Bullit’s head.
Bullit thinks there’s something fishy about the whole thing. The story
is tight and told quickly — downright breezy compared to the first on the bill. The pay-off is the car chase on the streets
of what may be the hilliest city in the country. Peter
Yates (The Friends of Eddie Coyle)
directs. The film is based on the book, Mute Witness, by Robert L. Fish, who was twice awarded an Edgar by the Mystery
Writers of America.
Hackman, in his role, drinks whiskey on the rocks when he’s
at a bar and straight from his flask when he isn’t. But we do have these
characters from France. They drink red
wine. And while Bullit probably
doesn’t consult the Wine Spectator
for wine selection advice, he is in San Francisco and appears to like wine more
than your average homicide cop. So keep
those facts in mind when you decide how you want the evening to go.
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