It’s worth it to watch this film carefully to find the precise moment when J. J. Gittes changes from being a smarmy private dick with a band-aid on his nose to the coolest character ever. I’m pretty sure it happens at the moment when, having beaten the crap out of Claude Mulvihill outside of the retirement home, he dusts off his fedora and places it firmly on his head.
This film (compounded by a chill wind in New York this week) always makes me want to move to Los Angeles.
by Leo Goldsmith | Source: Cable Television Broadcast
07 Jan 2006 3:41 PM | Submit Comment