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Sunday, April 13, 2014

Sharky's Machine - 1981

"Sharky's Machine" - 1981
Dir. by Burt Reynolds - 2 hrs. 2 min.


by Clayton Hollifield

It can be intensely frustrating when you can see that someone has good taste, and tries to synthesize those influences into something meaningful, and just can't quite get there.  Burt Reynolds both stars in and directs "Sharky's Machine," and it's a film that borrows from other, very well-regarded films, but it doesn't add up to be an all-time classic.  It's hard to say why exactly that is; there are some good scenes, good performances, genuinely shocking moments, but that doesn't add up to a must-see piece of creative work.  It adds up to something interesting (and not a dismissive "hmm, interesting, gotta go now") that will benefit if you have some affinity for any of the actors or the time period, and almost stands on it's own independently of that.

After a undercover drug sting goes south, Sharky (Burt Reynolds) is busted down to the Vice Department, which is the lowest of the low.  Busting hookers and the like is beneath Sharky's skills, which means that Sharky almost immediately gets bored and starts putting his skills to use, and that gets him into trouble.  There is a double murder in a hotel involving a john and a blind prostitute, and when Sharky starts pulling at the threads, things get complicated.  Sharky and his rag-tag crew (they're the other almost competent detectives in the Vice Squad) start surveillance on a beautiful escort (who is "seeing" the Mayoral candidate), who is eventually targeted for a hit by the same assassin.  Sharky's goal is to figure out who is behind all of this, before everyone dies.

The biggest thing that struck me about "Sharky's Machine" is that it felt like what would happen if you gave Burt Reynolds a budget, a top-loading VHS player, and tapes of "The French Connection," "Bullitt," and "The Thomas Crown Affair."  Now, there aren't any real car scenes here, and Reynolds himself might have been gun-shy about doing something like that and cementing himself as "the car guy," after "Smokey and the Bandit," and it's runaway success.  Nonetheless, like in the movies mentioned, there are a lot of slowly-paced scenes that might almost qualify as procedural, punctuated by moments of explosive violence.  As for the "Thomas Crown" influence, there seem to be a ton of loving shots of equipment and the characters' surroundings, something that gave TC a languid, vacation-y feel at times, and in "Sharky's Machine" lends an air of impatience.  And in terms of influence going in the other direction, the raw, off-color dialogue between the men involved in the surveillance feels like a direct impact on Quentin Tarantino's first two films.

These approaches add up to an interesting film; this isn't a movie that I had difficulty getting through at any point.  I particularly enjoy police/crime films of this vintage - they feel like an accurate snapshot of what things were like in actual places then, in a way that modern crime films rarely feel like.  Plus, the bad guy is sufficiently a monster, and the good guys are sufficiently barely competent (and there are a number of surprisingly nihilistic movies in this time period) that the outcome is far from a sure thing.  I never doubted that Sharky would go all in against Victor (Vittorio Gassman), it's just that I wasn't convinced that he'd get the job done without reliable backup.  Perhaps what's most surprising (and there are genuine, sometimes gruesome surprises) is what Sharky is willing to go through on behalf of the escort, Dominoe (Rachel Ward), whom he falls for from a distance.  "Sharky's Machine" is damn near a "nobody gets out alive" film, and even he doesn't get out unscathed.

So how does this all add up to less than the sum of it's influences?  I think that part of it is Burt Reynolds himself, in this particular role.  It's not to say that he hasn't made some iconic, fantastic films over the years, but those are sometimes anti-authority roles, and it was a little jarring to see him trying to enforce the law instead of dancing just on the other side of it.  Also, and I'm not saying that the three films I mentioned earlier were deliberately imitated, but if you're going to make a film in that vein, you're also stacking yourself (as an actor) against Steve McQueen and Gene Hackman at their very best.  There's a big part of me that wants to give Reynolds a big high-five for being willing to try to meet that standard, even if I felt like he didn't get there.  You'll never know if you don't try, right?  There are also some quirks to the film that felt like they weren't fully-baked, even if they were good ideas.  You have a film that basically about taking down a child trafficker, and out of nowhere, the main assassin has assistants, a pair of ninjas!  I don't know what else to call 'em, they literally kill a nightclub owner with nunchucks, which is a genre mash-up I wasn't prepared for.  There is no part of me that thinks "Sharky's Machine" would be better without the ninjas, but if you're going to head in that direction, I feel like things could have gotten a lot weirder (and this is a film that has one of it's main protagonists coked-up and literally screaming at his targets).

And the relationship between Sharky and Dominoe is complicated, to say the least.  It's a tough one to buy into for a few reasons.  First, she's bat-shit insane, but she's also a DON'T CALL ME A WHORE, I'M A DANCER!!!  So that comes with the territory.  Plus, Sharky falls for her "Rear Window" style, and she's not very sympathetic over the course of the film.  It doesn't feel very genuine, but then again, Sharky isn't the only person in the film who falls in love with her facade, so maybe Dominoe is supposed to be more of a muse-for-hire than a wife-candidate.

"Sharky's Machine" is a ragged film, not in terms of technical perfection (it's pretty smooth, at times), in terms of how it's influences have been integrated with one another.  More or less, I spent a lot of the film alternating between seeing what they were going for or were drawing on, and then being genuinely surprised at something that occurs on screen.  That suggests to me that there were plenty of good ideas present, enough to make this a fun, if uneven film, but the cake came out a little lopsided.  It's still a tasty cake, but I keep one eye on it, worried that the whole thing might topple over onto the floor.  But, you know, cake.

2.5 / 5 - TV (HD)

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Smokey and the Bandit - 1977

"Smokey and the Bandit" - 1977
Dir. by Hal Needham - 1 hr. 36 min.

Official Trailer

by Clayton Hollifield

If you'd never watched "Smokey and the Bandit" before, I'm not sure how it could be explained.  On the surface, it's a fairly slight film: Bandit and Cledus go get some beer a couple of states over.  And in every conceivable way, it's a product of it's time.  But at the box office, it was barely behind "Saturday Night Fever" as one of the top grossing films of 1977 (third and fourth, for the record).  What the heck is going on, here?

Seriously, the entire film is pretty much about Bandit (Burt Reynolds) and Cledus (Jerry Reed, who also sang the iconic theme song, "Eastbound and Down") accept a wager to drive from Georgia to Texarkana to retrieve four-hundred cases of Coors beer, and return within twenty-eight hours.  Due to the laws of the time, this constitutes bootlegging, and there's roughly eighty-thousand dollars dangling in front of Bandit and Cledus, versus running afoul of the law should they fail.  Early on in the film, Bandit picks up a fleeing bride, Carrie (Sally Field), which means that in addition to whatever other legal obstacles they might encounter, they're also being doggedly pursued by Sheriff Buford T. Justice (Jackie Gleason) and his jilted idiot son, Junior (Mike Henry).

For a movie that's based on driving fast, there's not much fancy driving to be found.  There are plenty of cop cars that get trashed (a visceral delight, to be sure), there's a ton of truckers, and Burt Reynolds drives a pretty rad Trans-Am.  As a viewer, if you don't have any kind of recollection or nostalgia for this time period, you might be doing a lot of eye-rolling.  And you'd completely miss the point of "Smokey and the Bandit."  It's a straight-forward film that included a lot of what was popular at the time.  CB radios were a big deal, so that's how everyone communicates in this film.  Cars were a big deal, and racing is an eternally-solid plot device, so everyone drives either big rigs, cool cars, or police cars that are sure to get wrecked (the abuse that Buford T. Justice's car takes over the course of this film isn't quite up to what the car in "The Blues Brothers" goes through, but it's not far off).  There's hot pants, feathered hair, tight jeans, over-done make-up... everything you'd think that 1977 looked like is here on display.  And while people now are too meta-aware to buy into current fads on film, that wasn't a problem back then.  Besides, it's no worse than a "MySpace" mention I saw the other night on an episode of "American Dad."

So if you're over-thinking this film, let me help you out.  Sometimes, it only takes a cute girl and a sexy guy in a cool car who share an easy, charming chemistry to fill an hour and a half.  You can round that out with Jackie Gleason's unique way of pronouncing "sumbitch" and destroying automobiles, and boom, you've got a film.  And it's a fun film, too.  Nobody likes southern police and silly laws, least of all Sally Field.


You can try to hate "Smokey and the Bandit" all you want, but it's not going to matter.  "Smokey and the Bandit" is a bulletproof film.  It's fun, playful, has a rad car and a legitimately great theme song (I sing along at full volume every time it pops up on random), and it's as fun to watch the fifth time as it is the first time.  And if you want to roll your eyes at the seventies on full display, you and your tweets' time to be the butt of the joke is coming.

3 / 5 - DVD