Continuing on with the 70’s crime film theme, a group of us watched The Friends of Eddie Coyle
My own reaction to the movie is somewhat skewed. I’d read the book fairly recently, and thought it was fantastic. William Landay’s writeup for The Rap Sheet does a very good job of explaining everything I love about the book, particularly when he says
(Charlie Stella also has a nice tribute to Higgins at the same site.)
I think that my fondness for the novel colors my view of the movie. Peter Yates made one of the most faithful adaptations of a novel I’ve ever seen: pretty much every scene and every line is straight out of the book. (There are only three significant exceptions I can think of; the scene where Coyle delivers the guns to the trailer is cut short. Cutting that scene short sets up the final scene in the movie, which has a similarly nihilistic, but different, ending. There’s also a scene with Coyle and his wife that I think was inserted to make him somewhat more sympathetic.)
I got the impression that Lawrence and the other viewers were not as impressed, and I can see why. Like Mean Streets, Friends is very much a “slice of life” film. There’s more action in Friends, and I think much more going on in general. But the heart of both the movie and book is the window they give into the life of this small-time hustler, trying to make a living and stay one step ahead of the law but failing at both.
I loved the movie. Your mileage may vary.
Edited to add: Here’s Roger Ebert’s original review of the movie.