I received a rather unpleasant surprise last night when I sat down to watch a pair of Gunsmoke episodes that I DVR’d…neither of them recorded. Further investigation revealed that our U-Verse largesse of the Encore channels has been rescinded. I do not know the official explanation for this: whether it was a limited offer (it seems to me that if it was a 30-day trial thing we still had a few days to go); or whether someone at U-Verse realized their mistake…or the possibility that someone sang like a canary and ratted us out. (I think the second option is perhaps the most probable…and while I was disappointed, they were perfectly within their rights to do this since we hadn’t subscribed to the package.)
The movies I recorded already, however, were still intact—I watched one last night after sitting through the other with the ‘rents as we prayed that we would not lose our power due to Pax Stormicus.
Play Misty for Me (1971) – Dave Garver (Clint Eastwood) is a nighttime DJ (for KRML, a radio station in Carmel-by-the-Sea…the town that would elect Eastwood its mayor in 1986) who has a groupie that calls in to request the Errol Garner standard Misty from time to time. He comes face-to-face with his fan, Evelyn Draper (Jessica Walter), at his favorite watering hole after his shift…though he doesn’t realize she’s the caller until after the two of them have gone to her place for a little what-have-you.
Dave’s problem is that he intended for their tête-a-tête to be nothing more than a one-night stand…but Evelyn is a bit clingier than the women he’s accustomed to dating. She becomes obsessed, stalking him and turning up at his bachelor digs at inopportune times; she even scotches a job interview he’s conducting during a lunch meeting with his prospective employer (Irene Hervey). When he reconciles with old girlfriend Tobie Williams (Donna Mills), the fit really hits the shan—and Dave soon learns that hell hath no fury, etc.
I’ll confess I never experienced anything remotely like what the protagonist encounters in Misty (I always tried to keep the gab between me and callers to a minimum, since it distracted me from my work), but I worked with a lot of “Dave Garvers” in my short radio career so I get a small sadistic pleasure in watching Eastwood’s character (he’s no angel, particularly when he doesn’t exactly come clean with detective John Larch on how he got involved with Walter) squirm. (I’m not exactly sure how Eastwood affords the pad he’s living in on a jock’s salary—unless he’s taking payola—and the fact that he shows up six minutes before he’s supposed to be on the air always has me rooting for Walter.)
The musical interludes are the only weak parts of the film (Misty features the Roberta Flack hit The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face and sequences from the Johnny Otis Show and other artists that were featured at the 1970 Monterey Jazz Festival) since they interfere with the pacing. Of course, it was nice of Clint to cast his pal Don Siegel as the bartender (Siegel directed the star in The Beguiled and Dirty Harry that same year).
Thunderbolt and Lightfoot (1974) – First time for me watching this movie that put director Michael Cimino on the map (Clint had originally planned to tackle this one himself but handed it off to writer Cimino, who was able to do 1978’s The Deer Hunter on the success of the film); Clint’s a Korean War vet posing as a preacher in the Montana backwoods when he crosses paths with “Lightfoot,” a ne’er-do-well and car thief played by Jeff Bridges. The two men are eventually tracked down by Clint’s former partners, George Kennedy and Geoffrey Lewis, who fill Lightfoot in on his new pal’s backstory: he’s known as “Thunderbolt,” and the three men were involved in a heist on a bank that netted them nada because the mastermind hid the loot in an old schoolhouse…that was apparently torn down to make room for a new one. The quartet then decides to hit the bank again with the same game plan.
If your movie tastes run toward non-think drive-in fare, Thunderbolt is definitely your meat; I had some problems with the movie because a few of its plot progressions are incoherent and require leaps of faith I wouldn’t attempt on a snowboard in Sochi. (The four men somehow acquire a 20mm cannon for their heist and no one bats an eyelash at this…then again, with as many gun fellatists as there are in Montana this might not be as farfetched as I think.) I did enjoy it (my mother figured out where the plot twist was headed, so points to her) for a number of reasons—impressive action sequences, offbeat dialogue and interesting characters (Deliverance’s Bill McKinney turns up a crazed motorist who gives Eastwood and Bridges a lift). You’ll see a few familiar TV faces in Catherine Bach (The Dukes of Hazzard) and Vic Tayback (Alice); character faves like Dub Taylor, Burton Gilliam and Alvin Childress; and a young Gary (spelled Garey) Busey before he went insane. (And of course, The Man Who Would Be Sprague—Jack Dodson—as the bank manager, which made me giggle.) Bridges walks off with the movie (he grabbed an Oscar nom for Best Supporting Actor) but I preferred Lewis’ amusing turn as a gentle thug who suffers from incontinence.