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Here’s a wonderful featurette about Francis Ford Coppola making The Conversation, the 1974 psychological thriller, which moved the disquiet of Antonioni’s Blow-Up into the Watergate era, asked questions about a world where everyone is a spy and spied upon. The surprise 40 years later: Few seem upset about the new order of the techno-society. We haven’t been trapped after all; we’ve logged on and signed up for it. My short essay about the film follows the video.

A product of the Watergate decade, an era when spying and snooping at least gave us pause, Francis Ford Coppola’s The Conversation was made before ubiquitous public security cameras were watching us, phones were tracking us and seemingly everyone was living in public. A lack of privacy has never been as well-regarded as it is today nor have the perils of such actions, which are investigated in this film, been so invisible.

Harry Caul (Gene Hackman) is a jazz loving San Franciscan who earns his living as a surveillance expert, stealthily recording private conversations with an elaborate array of mikes of his own making. Caul is top dog in the trade, and he’s paid handsomely to find answers for his bosses and not ask them any questions. A devout Catholic, the wire tapper has moral issues with his work, especially since information he culled in a past case led to murder. But it’s hard for Caul to stop doing what he’s doing because he’s so damn good at it, something of an artist.

While he may be an artist, Caul is definitely a hypocrite. He keeps everything about himself strictly private, even from his girlfriend (Teri Garr) and point man (John Cazale). He rationalizes he’s doing it for safety reasons, but it’s also in his nature. This delicate balance is thrown off-kilter when Caul believes his latest assignment, in which a wealthy man is paying for info about his young wife, may also lead to murder. Caul can’t head down that road again and a crisis of conscience makes him go rogue. Soon he himself is the target of surveillance, a probing that he can’t withstand.

In the era that saw the downfall of an American President who listened to the tapes of others and erased his own, The Conversation was amazingly relevant, but in some ways it may be even more meaningful in this exhibitionist age, in which we gleefully hand over our privacy to satisfy our egos. As Caul and Nixon learned, and as we may yet, those who press PLAY don’t always get to choose when to press STOP.•

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A product of the Watergate decade, an era when spying and snooping at least gave us pause, Francis Ford Coppola’s The Conversation was made before ubiquitous public security cameras were watching us, phones were tracking us and seemingly everyone was living in public. A lack of privacy has never been as well-regarded as it is today nor have the perils of such actions, which are investigated in this film, been so invisible.

Harry Caul (Gene Hackman) is a jazz loving San Franciscan who earns his living as a surveillance expert, stealthily recording private conversations with an elaborate array of mikes of his own making. Caul is top dog in the trade, and he’s paid handsomely to find answers for his bosses and not ask them any questions. A devout Catholic, the wire tapper has moral issues with his work, especially since information he culled in a past case led to murder. But it’s hard for Caul to stop doing what he’s doing because he’s so damn good at it, something of an artist.

While he may be an artist, Caul is definitely a hypocrite. He keeps everything about himself strictly private, even from his girlfriend (Teri Garr) and point man (John Cazale). He rationalizes he’s doing it for safety reasons, but it’s also in his nature. This delicate balance is thrown off-kilter when Caul believes his latest assignment, in which a wealthy man is paying for info about his young wife, may also lead to murder. Caul can’t head down that road again and a crisis of conscience makes him go rogue. Soon he himself is the target of surveillance, a probing that he can’t withstand.

In the era that saw the downfall of an American President who listened to the tapes of others and erased his own, The Conversation was amazingly relevant, but in some ways it may be even more meaningful in this exhibitionist age, in which we gleefully hand over our privacy to satisfy our egos. As Caul and Nixon learned, and as we may yet, those who press PLAY don’t always get to choose when to press STOP.•

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Michael Ritchie’s insane 1972 crime thriller, Prime Cut, presents its most ridiculously evil moments with a deadpan seriousness, because the director really wasn’t kidding around. For a period in the ’70s, Ritchie had a sharp-eyed view of the dark side of striving in America, turning out not only this film but also cutting satires Smile and The Candidate.

Lee Marvin is a grizzled but decent collections agent hired by a Chicago crime boss to secure past-due payments from Kansas City underworld underling Mary Ann (Gene Hackman), who’s gone rogue and stopped sending a cut of the ill-gotten gains to his big-city superiors. Mary Ann zestfully sells beef, drugged young prostitutes (Sissy Spacek makes her film debut) and narcotics as if they were just so many commodities.

In the piece de resistance, Marvin and Spacek are chased across a farm by a thresher. The fields are golden and bountiful, and soon they may be awash in blood.•

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Arthur Penn’s 1975 crime thriller, Night Moves, isn’t Gene Hackman’s finest film of the ’70s, but that isn’t any sort of an an insult considering he starred in The Conversation, both French Connection movies and other decade-defining films.

Hackman is Los Angeles private eye Harry Moesby, a former pro football player stuck in a broken marriage and dealing with a mid-life crisis, as he attempts to locate the missing daughter of a former Hollywood glamor girl. The case takes him to Key West where he meets an assortment of eccentric locals while untangling the knotty mystery–and running headlong into his own mortality.

Hackman was the perfect actor for an America crawling out of the Vietnam morass: a tough guy gradually realizing the limits of his virility. He brilliantly depicts Moesby’s internal struggle, right down to the film’s wonderfully open-ended conclusion.•

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