The French Connection (1971)
This has been on my bucket list for a while now. I knew very little about it other than it's widely respected and stars Gene Hackman and Roy Scheider.
It's a wonderfully made film, and it looks absolutely stunning, with a gritty tone that I suspect documents the era and the locations in which it's set very well. As I watched, I marvelled at details like the litter covering the New York streets. Something about the film felt a little like a proto
Cagney & Lacey, which didn't hurt how I viewed it.
While I usually try to avoid reading up on films ahead of time - as is the case here - I actually wish I'd read up on the film's plot and background ahead of time, as it felt for a long time that there was no real plot. Perhaps I missed some key dialogue or was simply too tired or slow to get it. Or perhaps I was too drawn in by the gorgeous scenery in Marseilles to follow the plot. Whatever the case, I spent much time trying to work out who these characters were (were they cops? Thugs? Private investigators) and what they were doing.
A lot of time was spent watching them going about the minutiae of their day to day business. Shakedowns in seedy bars. Scheider finding Hackman's character the worse for wear, attached to the bedpost by his ankle with his own cuffs by the girl with whom he'd crashed. It was all to be appreciated, but also felt a little aimless and meandering. In the latter part of the film it felt like we spent about twenty minutes watching a car being taken apart in real time.
The other aspect I didn't care for was Don Ellis's score which was very unpleasant on the ears. No doubt this was deliberate, to add to the unsettling nature of the film, but let's just say I won't be seeking this soundtrack out.
That said, even from my somewhat handicapped position, I found myself invested. The scenes of Popeye tailing Charnier were gripping. I especially loved the humorous little moment where they were each repeatedly getting on and off the train from neighbouring carriages, with Charnier trying to false step Popeye (successfully in the end). And the car chases were really something. They're possibly the most subjective I've ever seen and I felt almost nauseated as the speed built up and obstacles came into view and were (usually) narrowly missed. And of course, Roy Scheider is always worth his weight in gold. I like to think when Buddy Russo was forcibly transferred away from the narcotics team it was to a little island in Massachusetts, complete with a new identity: Martin Brody.
Despite reservations about the film, the gorgeous, gritty look of the film has increased my curiosity to see director William Friedkin's other films of the era. Most notably
Sorcerer (which also stars Scheider), but possibly also
The Exorcist.
I'm less enthused about the idea of
French Connection II, but it is sitting there in my watchlist, so we'll see.