He’s not crazy, but it might help if he was.
Decades before The Sopranos had its mob boss pour out his secrets to his psychiatrist, this dark comedy had the U.S. President do the same.
The good doctor he’s talking to — who gets trapped in a world of spies, lies, and dangerous thighs — is played by James Coburn, who makes manic look good.
On the run from the CIA, FBI, and KGB, he finds the greatest threat is a group of robots calling themselves The Phone Company.
A prime slice of ’60s kookiness, this is ripe to be rediscovered.
“You’re like the wind, blowing over the land and passing on…”
Death hangs heavy over this classic Old West tale, which replaces samurai with gunslingers and knife-throwers.
The men who ride into immortality protecting farmers from bandits are rough, violent dudes of few words — warriors redeemed by one act of courage and sacrifice.
All seven of the “good guys,” from Steve McQueen down to Brad Dexter, have died in real life in the years since director John Sturges had them saddle up.
But, like the characters they played, they live on forever in the movie theaters of our minds.
“The best food, the best clothes, the best hotels.”
James Coburn, devilish grin plastered on his face, is living the high life, one picked pocket at a time.
Too slick to be caught, too charming to seem a danger, he’s a master at work.
The big dog in a tight-knit group of grifters and con men, he takes wannabe Michael Sarrazin under his wing, though his new protégé would be smart to keep his head on a swivel at all times.
One of the best hidden gems from the ’70s, Harry will steal your attention.
At the very least.