Known for its car chase, the French Connection is more than just four wheels through New York. The largest drugs bust in US history, its a gritty urban snapshot of the Big Apple in the 70's. Breakout performance from Hackman and confirming the talent of William Friedkin.
What can I say, its Hackman's most powerful performance save for Mississippi Burning and it shows just how rotten New York became post Vietnam. It will shock and offend in equal measure and that is it's intention. Be aware that this is a terrible BluRay transfer, its not even DVD quality its like watching a VHS tape. Not all transfers are made equal, its literally a digital scan of a cinematic print and this one is worn out and dirty with washed out colours. Buy the DVD and save your money.
The French Connection is a film I’ve seen four, maybe five times, but this was the first time I experienced it on the big screen. Strangely, though, it was this viewing that impacted me the least. It's a curious feeling, considering it’s set in New York, my favourite city in the world. Though I’ve lived in London for the absolute vast majority of my life, New York always feels more like home to me, even if my visits have only been as a tourist. The city’s chaos, grit, and unrelenting energy perfectly mirror the film itself, which makes it all the more puzzling that it didn’t hit as hard this time. Technically, the film is almost flawless. William Friedkin directs with a kinetic style that pulls you into the frenetic pace of Popeye Doyle’s pursuit of the elusive French drug smuggler. With its screeching wheels and life-or-death stakes, the infamous Subway chase remains one of the most thrilling sequences ever committed to film. It’s a masterclass in editing and tension, and no amount of rewatching can dull its impact. Yet, the story itself doesn’t hold up quite well to repeated viewings. It’s not the strongest plot; it's more of a framework to hang moments of brilliance on. And that might be why, this time, the experience felt somewhat diminished. There’s also the challenge of caring about the characters. Nobody here is particularly likeable. Popeye Doyle, Gene Hackman’s iconic antihero, is a racist, arrogant, and deeply flawed man. But that’s also what makes him unforgettable. He’s not someone to root for, but you can’t look away. This is still an incredible film, a pillar of gritty 1970s filmmaking. But perhaps it’s one that loses a little something each time you return to it. Or maybe it’s just me.