In one of the best performances of his legendary career, Robert Mitchum plays small-time gunrunner Eddie “Fingers” Coyle in Peter Yates’s adaptation of George V. Higgins’s acclaimed novel The Friends of Eddie Coyle. World-weary and living hand to mouth, Coyle works on the sidelines of the seedy Boston underworld just to make ends meet. But when he finds himself facing a second stretch of hard time, he’s forced to weigh loyalty to his criminal colleagues against snitching to stay free. Directed with a sharp eye for its gritty locales and an open heart for its less-than-heroic characters, this is one of the true treasures of 1970s Hollywood filmmaking—a suspenseful crime drama in stark, unforgiving daylight.Yes. Oh, and it also has motherfucking Peter Boyle and Alex Rocco. WEARING SEVENTIES AVIATOR GLASSES. This is actually happening, can you believe it? Criterion always fucking outdoes itself. Anyway, it came out today. And guess what my DVDs at Home table looks like, despite careful planning and crafty returning upon my part (click for big):
And here is what the top of my queue looks like:
Later, I get this in my Google Reader:
When it's really this:
This overall lameness is as big as the (probable) amazingness of
The Friends of Eddie Coyle.
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