You know what my favorite part of The French Connection was? It was the part during the end credits where Nathan sprang from his chair, ejected the disk and sent the damned thing back to Netflix.
Okay, the car chase scene was awesome. It was possibly the most riveting and terrifying chase scene I’ve ever seen. Actually, the last 40 minutes of the movie were pretty good. Too bad they were preceded by 80 minutes of exposition, in which we discovered NOTHING about our “protagonist” except that he’s an amoral, racist drunkard. And that’s all we ever know!
Seriously, people, this movie should be called The French Connection or What’s My Motivation? Why did Popeye Doyle want to catch these bad guys so badly? For humanity? For glory? For money? If you know, tell me. Or don’t. I don’t really care.
A Clockwork Orange was robbed. That’s all I’m saying.
Next up: The Godfather, which (*ducks for cover*) I’ve never seen.
You should watch Firefly. One episode to cleanse your mind. Just sayin’.
You are a true humanitarian.