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I just re-watched two mid-70s classics, Francis Coppola's The Conversation (1974) and Michael Cimino's The Deer Hunter (1978).
The Conversation is a paranoid, almost Pinter-esque thriller: loner Gene Hackman is under instruction to surveil two young people but he doesn't know why, and the why proceeds to drive him slowly nuts. Indiana Jones, Fredo Corleone, Phoebe Buffet's mother, Police Chief Brody and Shirley off of Laverne and Shirley all make an appearance.
Fredo Corleone (the brilliant John Cazale) is also in The Deer Hunter.
My favourite film critic Mark Kermode thinks "The Deer Hunter is one of the worst films ever made, a rambling self-indulgent, self-aggrandising barf-fest steeped in manipulatively racist emotion, and notable primarily for its farcically melodramatic tone which is pitched somewhere between shrieking hysteria and somnambulist somberness." I can kind of see what he means, but I also think it's beautiful, haunting, harrowing and just so sad. It feels epic and small at the same time, sort of like an existential Dr Zhivago. The running time is three hours and pretty much the first third is given over to a small town wedding which doubles as a send-off party for the groom and his two friends who are off to Vietnam the next day. It's so wonderful to see a pre-fame Robert de Niro*, Christopher Walken, Cazale, Meryl Streep and the especially great John Savage back when they were all so young, playing off each other so beautifully -- getting drunk, falling in love, taking the p*ss, laughing, dancing, streaking. Then without warning, you're plunged into the hell of war and the film's most infamous sequence. Suffice to say, there aren't many laughs from this point on, but there are moments of delicacy and beauty and it's completely riveting throughout.
*Actually, de Niro had already done Taxi Driver and The Godfather Part II by this point.
The Conversation is a paranoid, almost Pinter-esque thriller: loner Gene Hackman is under instruction to surveil two young people but he doesn't know why, and the why proceeds to drive him slowly nuts. Indiana Jones, Fredo Corleone, Phoebe Buffet's mother, Police Chief Brody and Shirley off of Laverne and Shirley all make an appearance.
Fredo Corleone (the brilliant John Cazale) is also in The Deer Hunter.
My favourite film critic Mark Kermode thinks "The Deer Hunter is one of the worst films ever made, a rambling self-indulgent, self-aggrandising barf-fest steeped in manipulatively racist emotion, and notable primarily for its farcically melodramatic tone which is pitched somewhere between shrieking hysteria and somnambulist somberness." I can kind of see what he means, but I also think it's beautiful, haunting, harrowing and just so sad. It feels epic and small at the same time, sort of like an existential Dr Zhivago. The running time is three hours and pretty much the first third is given over to a small town wedding which doubles as a send-off party for the groom and his two friends who are off to Vietnam the next day. It's so wonderful to see a pre-fame Robert de Niro*, Christopher Walken, Cazale, Meryl Streep and the especially great John Savage back when they were all so young, playing off each other so beautifully -- getting drunk, falling in love, taking the p*ss, laughing, dancing, streaking. Then without warning, you're plunged into the hell of war and the film's most infamous sequence. Suffice to say, there aren't many laughs from this point on, but there are moments of delicacy and beauty and it's completely riveting throughout.
*Actually, de Niro had already done Taxi Driver and The Godfather Part II by this point.
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