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...and, best of all, Joe Don Baker, in his best role ever, as a dryly sardonic mob enforcer who "never sleeps with whores...at least not on purpose."
"I dont sleep with whores...at least, not knowingly.."
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...and, best of all, Joe Don Baker, in his best role ever, as a dryly sardonic mob enforcer who "never sleeps with whores...at least not on purpose."
"I dont sleep with whores...at least, not knowingly.."
That's the accurate quote!
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It's hard to think of a seventies American film that wasn't a bit disillusioned (apart from comedies).
If we're talking 1970-75, then absolutely. After that, not as much. However, even Rocky (1976), a "feel good" film if there ever was one, showcases some serious urban blight in an era when seemingly every major US city was an oozing, open sore. NYC was a joke even among us elementary school kids. Miami, near where I grew up, was a decaying dump, complete with riots.
Despite having "come of age" in the '80s, I was just old enough at the tail end of the 1970a that it made too much of an impression on me--the 1980s never meant much, especially after 1982.
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BillCarson and I recently discussed Fort Apache, the Bronx (1981), and that whole rotten enchilada of a film felt like something out of 1973; a very rare thing, indeed.
1981 was pretty much the last year of the 1970s American film era - Fort Apache the Bronx, Prince of the City, Blow Out, Cutter's Way, True Confessions, the delayed-until-1982 Shoot the Moon, etc. None of them have upbeat endings, none of them were big box office successes.
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Gentlemen, i give you....
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Gentlemen, i give you....
The fact that I still have not seen Electra Glide only goes to show that my exploration and journey through 1970s cinema is far from over.
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Big HUGE relevant-to-this-thread article from NY Times a few days ago (just read it on my lunch hour):
https://www.nytimes.com/2020/11/05/movies/french-connection-shaft.html
Thanks, Howard, for linking this provocative essay. Some chronological errors (Straw Dogs was released in Dec. 1971, not earlier that spring) and assumptions (how do we know that the woman in the French Connection bar who Doyle insults is all that innocent?), but great to see a young writer take a thoughtful look at one of the most envelope-pushing years in American cinema.
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