
The greasy, bloodstained heart of the film is the star-making turn from Gene Hackman as obsessed detective ‘Popeye’ Doyle, unable to go out for a drink without seeing a table full of potential crims and kick-starting the plot of a film. Hackman is one of the greatest actors of his generation, and his leading roles began here, ably communicating the frustration and dogged determination of the case, the insanity brought about by cabin fever wire-tapping, the frustration at being outwitted by the men he’s chasing. The film also shows the parallels of the criminals living the high life, dining at 5-star restaurants, against the police tracking them dining on hotdogs and paper cups of coffee. This divide was more recently, and much less effectively, portrayed in Ridley Scott’s American Gangster.
If I had to pick a flaw with the film, it’s that police detective work seems to be based rather substantially on luck. Although it is through many, many hours of hard and committed work that most of the progress with the case occurs, a couple of major breakthroughs, including the inception of the case itself, transpire from fluke occurrences, be it the aforementioned sighting in a bar, or Doyle strolling along and coincidentally seeing a man he’s after. Also, the rather abrupt ending could have been softened a little, but its bleak starkness complies with the rest of the film.
Choose film 8/10
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