Cop movies were never the
same after The French Connection, a
scalding thriller about a New York detective obsessively tracking a Gallic drug
smuggler. Once audiences watched morally challenged policeman Jimmy “Popeye”
Doyle (Gene Hackman) dress like a Salvation Army Santa Claus to snare a
hoodlum, rattle suspects with twisted psychological tricks, and recklessly
instigate the most frightening car chase 1971 audiences had ever seen, any
subsequent policier with less verve seemed
old-fashioned by comparison.
Based on a bestselling nonfiction book by Robin
Moore and directed with docudrama realism by William Friedkin, the movie
meticulously tracks how Doyle and his partner, Buddy Russo (Roy Scheider),
latch onto a small-time hood, Sal Boca (Tony Lo Bianco), who unwittingly leads
the cops to enigmatic European crook Alain Charnier (Fernando Rey). Among many other
things, the film is a respectful but unflinching homage to dogged police work,
because surveiling Sol way past the point when superiors see the value in doing
so unlocks clues leading to a much more significant target. Ernest Tidyman’s
muscular script juxtaposes vivid character-development scenes with explosive
sequences of police action, creating just the right ambiguous context for signature
moments including the harrowing vignette of Doyle shooting an escaping felon in
the back. Throughout, the storyline uses Doyle as a means of exploring of
whether Machiavellian law enforcement degrades or protects society.
Yet beyond
its probing questions about right and wrong, The French Connection is breathlessly exciting, particularly during
that infamous car chase, which has Doyle pursuing an elevated train carrying a
suspect; Doyle’s near-misses with pedestrians are so terrifying that they
reinforce the movie’s theme of a cop who’s arguably as dangerous as any crook.
Lo Bianco, Rey, and Scheider provide sterling support, with Scheider demonstrating
the streetwise suaveness that made him a leading man a few years later. As for
Hackman, he’s on fire, alternately ferocious, funny, perverse, and wild,
turning scenes like the “pick your toes in Poughkeepsie” interrogation into
unforgettable moments. His performance is a master class in channeling the
unique energy of the male animal into an expression of complicated sociopolitical
concepts. Friedkin, Hackman, and Tidyman all won Oscars for their work, and
they each spent much of their subsequent careers trying to recapture the
bristling intensity of this film.
For instance, Hackman continued charting Doyle
dark odyssey in French Connection II,
for which hard-hitting journeyman John Frankenheimer replaced brash provocateur
Friedkin. A respectable thriller in its own right, French Connection II sends Doyle to Marseilles, where he tries to
capture the evasive Charnier on the Frenchman’s home turf. In the sequel’s
brilliant contrivance, Doyle gets abducted and by Charneri’s thugs, who force
heroin into the cop’s system until he becomes a desperate junkie. This
eventually leads to an extraordinary sequence of Doyle going through violent
DT’s. Another strong moment is the grim finale, which pays off the French Connection journey on an appropriate
note of moral ambiguity.
Overall, however, the storyline of French Connection II isn’t nearly as
focused or potent as that of its predecessor. The rivalry between Doyle and his
Gallic counterpart (Bernard Fresson) plays well without lodging too firmly in
the viewer’s imagination, and too many scenes feature Doyle killing time. As
wonderful as it is to luxuriate in character development, leisurely pacing does
not an exciting crime thriller make. That said, Frankenheimer plays rough whenever
the action starts, and Hackman’s portrayal of Doyle is just as powerful the
second time around. So while French
Connection II ultimately feels unnecessary, it’s sufficiently well-crafted
that both of these movies deserve spaces on the top shelf of ’70s crime cinema.
FYI, the real-life cops who inspired The
French Connection also inspired two other thrillers, both released in 1973:
Badge 373 and The Seven-Ups.
The French Connection: OUTTA SIGHT
French Connection II: GROOVY
5 comments:
While it might seem Popeye's shooting the felon in the back is wrong, at the time it was acceptable police practice in the US.
Tennessee Vs Gardner, a case arising from the 1974 shooting of a fleeing felon:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tennessee_v._Garner
It is the Supreme Court Case that prevents officers shooting a fleeing felon except under very specific circumstances. The case was not ruled upon by the US Supreme Court until 1985. The fleeing felon the officers shot in that case, on later reflection, was much less deserving of lethal force than the hood shot in The French Connection.
Great article. Great movie.
Originally Doyle was to be played by Jackie Gleason. I forget why the never panned out but it would have made for a different film for sure.
Friedman?
Jackie Gleason and other big-name stars at the time turned the French Connection down, because the script probably looked like just another regular crime movie to them---which was why Hackman ended up with the role, because nobody else wanted it. It was what Friedkin did with the film, and how he shot it---in a documentary-like European style, making it look way more realistic---that made all the difference. Great film, all the way through to the end. Interesting story about the French Connection II---Hackman was not interested in doing the film at all, and only did it because he was contracted to. So he channeled his frustration at having to do it at all into his performance. It's definitely not as good as the first one, even though he's good in it, as usual.
The Seven-Ups was actually a sequel to the French Connection, but it wasn't allowed to be called that for legal reasons---it's also an excellent crime drama film with a bad-ass car chase that's just as insane as the one in TFC.
I highly recommend the director's memoir "The Friedkin Connection", for an insight into the making of this film (as well as "The Exorcist", etc). Friedkin took liberties (in particular with the famous car-chase scene) that bordered on the insane, as well as the criminal, in order to get the scene shot. Utterly compelling work, of course.
Thankfully, no one was killed in the making of the film, and Friedkin's insouciance paid off with one of the great movies of the decade.
Post a Comment