The biggest thing I took away from The French Connection is that composer Don Ellis is my sworn enemy. Apparently he won awards for this garbage, but I swear the score to this movie is worse than a pack of wild vuvuzelas. Half the time it was just filled with buzzing and screeching. I guess what I am learning is that I am not nearly as sophisticated as I would like to think.
Anyway, on to the movie itself. This story was much more interesting to me and had a bit more pizazz than Bullitt, but still was just not my thing. Again, I recognize that it's a good movie and it was probably awesome to see in the theater, but it's not the type of thing I want to snuggle up and watch in my living room. Gene Hackman and Roy Scheider were a great team with tons of chemistry, and it apparently won a bunch of Oscars, so clearly this was a good use of our time. I just won't be begging for the sequel any time soon.
After reading my review, Brandon had only this to add: "Men are men and women are women and that's a good thing. Now bring on The French Connection II."
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