Socialism is...
...just a name for something we decide to do together.
To you.
Good and hard.
Bernie. Heh. I swear they did that on poipiss.
Alrighty then, that's out of the way.
So, Bullit was on TV this evening but since I have a sick dog (which is just a name for something that decides to wake me at 5 AM to the smell of doggie diarrhea), I was already in a fog all day and I nodded out on the couch. Missed the frikkin car chase. Luckily for me, said dog woke me in a timely manner (to the sound of retching in the hallway), so I only had to rewind a few minutes.
I'd forgotten just how slow these sixties films seem by today's standards, even though at the time they were considered so modern. Even the chase--which is nevertheless still pretty awesome-- is like watching Granny park the Lincoln in the Rite-Aid lot compared to, say, the opening credits of any of the Fast and Furious flicks. (Speaking of F&F, the climax of , I dunno, 5 or 6, is this high speed car chase on a runway, trying to stop/board a jet that's taking off. That scene lasts about 15 minutes. I swear, that runway was, like, 30 miles long.)
But Steve McQueen's deadpan, cold eyed pitbull SFPD cop still carries the show after all these years, and unlike that other famous sixties pitbull SFPD cop, he only fires his weapon once, at the very end. Despite an entirely justified shooting, the ending leaves you feeling that he is actually effected by it. Very human. Nicely done.
On the other hand, I never fell asleep halfway through Dirty Harry...
So, Frank Bullit or Harry Callahan? Which one takes the prize?
I gots to know.
To you.
Good and hard.
Bernie. Heh. I swear they did that on poipiss.
Alrighty then, that's out of the way.
So, Bullit was on TV this evening but since I have a sick dog (which is just a name for something that decides to wake me at 5 AM to the smell of doggie diarrhea), I was already in a fog all day and I nodded out on the couch. Missed the frikkin car chase. Luckily for me, said dog woke me in a timely manner (to the sound of retching in the hallway), so I only had to rewind a few minutes.
I'd forgotten just how slow these sixties films seem by today's standards, even though at the time they were considered so modern. Even the chase--which is nevertheless still pretty awesome-- is like watching Granny park the Lincoln in the Rite-Aid lot compared to, say, the opening credits of any of the Fast and Furious flicks. (Speaking of F&F, the climax of , I dunno, 5 or 6, is this high speed car chase on a runway, trying to stop/board a jet that's taking off. That scene lasts about 15 minutes. I swear, that runway was, like, 30 miles long.)
But Steve McQueen's deadpan, cold eyed pitbull SFPD cop still carries the show after all these years, and unlike that other famous sixties pitbull SFPD cop, he only fires his weapon once, at the very end. Despite an entirely justified shooting, the ending leaves you feeling that he is actually effected by it. Very human. Nicely done.
On the other hand, I never fell asleep halfway through Dirty Harry...
So, Frank Bullit or Harry Callahan? Which one takes the prize?
I gots to know.
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