The Friends of Eddie Coyle (1973, Peter Yates)

about as unglamorous as a crime movie can get. mitchum at his most weary and downtrodden too.

i love when crime movies like this really lean into presenting criminals as deeply pathetic losers

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Watched this last night. It's a pretty unique atmosphere - like the film exists inside the cooling, coiling smoke shot from Peter Boyle's gun. The end reminded me of Dog Day Afternoon (maybe the whole film did - it's scuzziness, the helplessness). Fwiw, I was convinced Mitchum was going to wake up.

The other thing it made me think of quite often was S2 of the Wire. Again, something to do with the hopelessness of it all. And the interiors - everything cramped and ill-lit. Helena Carroll could easily have slotted into one of those port-side cottages.

thought this film was pretty good, it was very much about the grungy aesthetic of 1973 - the story, the cars, buildings, clothes, music, neon signs, etc - as well as about the Bruins and Bobby Orr

I was a little disappointed with the agreement between Foley and Dillon at the end

I think it's gone from being underrated and underseen to slightly overrated.