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Dog Day Afternoon (1975)

In the mid-70s, the US seemed to be lost in a chaotic haze. The optimism of the 60s had faded. Vietnam had exposed Americans to the ugliest realities of the country’s military actions. Nixon had resigned. President Ford didn’t seem to have an agenda. A recession was dragging the economy down. Unemployment was high. And the certainties that Americans had embraced in the post-WWII era had been shredded by years of cultural upheaval.
Against this backdrop, the story of two hapless guys why try to rob a bank and end up trapped inside, holding the employees hostage, seems like a reflection of the country’s state of mind. A desperate story for desperate times.
Dog Day Afternoon was inspired by an actual bank robbery, which P. F. Kluge and Thomas Moore wrote about in a Life magazine article entitled “The Boys in the Bank”. Frank Pierson’s screenplay sticks fairly close to the facts. Director Sidney Lumet felt it was important to keep the film grounded in reality, and in his book Making Movies, he gives his account of how the script evolved over time. According to Lumet, in order create the feeling of real life unfolding on the screen, he told the actors that they needed to play the parts as close to themselves as possible, even encouraging them to wear their own clothes. Taking the director’s lead, one of the actors asked if they could use their own words. Though he had never allowed improvisation before, Lumet agreed.

Still using Pierson’s screenplay as the foundation, the actors were allowed to improvise in rehearsals, and the rehearsals were recorded. Each night, the script was reworked to incorporate dialogue that the actors had come up with during the day. This is likely one of the reasons that the film has such bracing spontaneity. Rather than speaking dialogue, the characters seem to be speaking their own words. Instead of watching scenes in a drama, we get the sense that we’re witnessing events as they unfold. As the botched bank robbery turns into a hostage situation, as the NYPD tries to figure out their next move, as the crowd on the street grows larger, it’s clear that no one is in control and there’s no way to predict what will happen next.

The photography reinforces the documentary feeling. Lumet and cinematographer Victor Kemper employed natural light wherever possible. The bank interiors are lit by fluorescents. For the night exteriors they relied on spotlights from emergency vehicles. And Dede Allen’s crisp, unobtrusive editing gives the film structure without making it seem forced. Dog Day Afternoon doesn’t hit the same beats as the standard Hollywood movie. It has its own subtle rhythm.

While Dog Day Afternoon was financed by a Hollywood studio, it seems very much a part of the New York school of filmmaking. In the 50s, independent filmmakers working in the city, like Morris Engel, Lionel Rogosin and John Cassavettes, tried to scrape away the gloss and glamour of commercial cinema to capture life as people really lived it. They shot on actual locations using hand-held cameras to capture the look and feel of urban life. In the late 60s and early 70s, Hollywood studios began to back projects that built on this approach, like Born to Win and Panic in Needle Park. Warner Bros. greenlighted Dog Day Afternoon at the peak of this trend. In the 70s American audiences seemed willing to explore the grittier side of urban life. But by the 80s, audiences were running back to safety, and Hollywood delivered a steady supply of comedies and action flicks.

Al Pacino’s performance has been highly praised, and rightly so. There’s a naked vulnerability in his portrayal of Sonny that’s unusual in American filmmaking. But while Pacino is at the center of the story, the film is really an ensemble effort, and even the performers in the smallest roles are vivid and lively. John Cazale is eerily introverted as Sonny’s partner, Sal. Sully Boyar plays the bank manager with an air of exhausted resignation. He just wants to make it through the day alive. Penelope Allen is especially vivid as one of the tellers. She may be a hostage, but she’s not going to let these guys push her around. But to me the most impressive thing about these performers is the way they’re always in character and they’re always connected. Pacino may be in the foreground, but Lumet makes sure that the actors in the background are reacting to whatever’s going on. And as the day drags on, as the tension grinds everybody down, they all seem to be drawing closer together.
As the cop who’s pretending to be in charge of the situation, Charles Durning gives us a man who knows he’s in over his head and is hoping he can bluff his way through this mess. James Broderick is quietly creepy as the stoic, implacable FBI man. He’s just waiting for the right moment to shut these guys down. And Chris Sarandon gives a moving performance as Leon. Sonny may be at the end of his rope, but so is Leon. They may love each other, but they know it’s not going anywhere.

One of the reasons the 70s was such an amazing period in American cinema was that a film this harsh, this gritty, this different, could be a success at the box office. Apparently Dog Day Afternoon resonated with audiences. It is a tense, engrossing film that holds up well today. But I think the reason audiences responded was that Pierson, Lumet and the cast made it a compelling human story. Ultimately it’s not about bank robbers and hostages. It’s about people.

Scarecrow (1973)
In the seventies, Hollywood was trying to figure out what to do next. The major studios had pretty much collapsed in the sixties. High-profile movies with big stars were bombing at the box office, while low-budget films that ignored all the accepted rules were raking in millions. Realizing that the old formulas weren’t working any more, but clueless as to what the younger generation wanted, studio execs greenlighted a number of offbeat projects in the hope they’d get lucky. It was a heady time. Sure, the studios still put our plenty of bland rubbish, but for a while when you went to the movies you knew there was a chance you’d see something new and different.
Scarecrow was definitely different. From the opening scene with two guys standing on opposite sides of a lonely country road, not speaking a word of dialogue, you can tell this movie has a rhythm all its own. For the most part, Scarecrow just follows these two rootless men, Max and Lion, as they hitch across the country. In place of a plot, you just have people, and the film takes it’s own sweet time, letting you get to know each of the people these two guys encounter.
Max has just gotten out of jail, and plans to open a car wash with the money he saved while he was doing time. Lion has been away at sea, but now he’s decided he has to go back home and try to connect with the child he fathered but hasn’t seen. At first, the two don’t have much in common, aside from the fact that they’re heading in the same general direction. But over time they become fast friends, and we realize that one thing they do have in common is that they’re both terribly naive. They may be grown men, but in many ways they’re as innocent as children. Neither one really understands the world around them.
As Max, Gene Hackman shows what made him such a unique and compelling actor. He has an unselfconscious openness, a fuzzy looseness that makes him seem completely accessible, but he also has a presence that holds your attention and an energy that’s a little scary. You’re always a little afraid of what he might do. Al Pacino plays Lion, and he still has the freshness of a young actor who’s willing to take chances. Lion is kind of shy, unsure of himself and of the world around him, and his reactions often seem as spontaneous as a child’s.
But the whole cast is wonderful. Eileen Brennan just has a small part as an irascible barfly, and still makes an impression in the short time she’s on screen. Dorothy Tristan radiates an easy warmth as an old friend that Max decides to drop in on. She never says a word when he starts flirting with her partner Frenchy, but you can see the twinge of jealousy in her eyes. Ann Wedgeworth plays Frenchy with an unabashed openness that’s totally winning. She immediately falls for Max, and she can’t stop flashing her huge smile, just waiting for him to make a move.
It’s not just that the actors are in fine form. Director Jerry Schatzberg knows how to use them. Again, this movie is primarily about people, and Schatzberg shapes each scene to bring us closer to the characters. Screenwriter Garry Michael White gives him a lot to work with. You have to wonder if White didn’t spend some time hitchhiking himself. He seems to know these people and their world well. The cinematography, by Vilmos Zsigmond, slowly unfolds a panorama of the American landscape. This movie was shot in the bars and coffee shops, cheap hotels and bus stations that line this country’s rural highways. Zsigmond shows us the worn and wasted beauty in all of it without ever making us aware there’s someone behind the camera. Editor Evan Lottman is completely in tune with the movie’s vibe, throwing away the rule book and letting the people and the places determine the pace.
Max keeps talking about his car wash. Lion keeps thinking about the day he’ll get to see his child. What makes their story sad is that both of them are going nowhere. What makes it beautiful is that at least they’re going there together.



