“The world is getting smaller, the kids are getting younger, and I’m getting drunk!”
A slice of downbeat ’70s cinema, this private-eye flick gives us a battered-by-life hero who doesn’t realize he’s doomed from day one.
Gene Hackman was the master at playing rightfully-paranoid everymen, struggling against forces out to crush him, and he’s aces.
Trying to make everything fit together without having all the puzzle pieces, he works a case which claims the life of a young Melanie Griffith, unaware of just how deep he is in the quicksand.
A primo entry in my favorite genre — noir and neo-noir.