Review: The Getaway
Steve McQueen is cool-as-ice ex-con Doc McCoy, who gets
right back into the swing of things after his stay in prison, with the help of
his wife Ali MacGraw (entirely detached and unendearing throughout the film),
who does a ‘deal’ with corrupt but powerful Ben Johnson (a deal her hubby ain’t
gonna be too happy about!) who in turn for speeding up his parole, wants Doc to
pull off a bank job for him, with a promised half million dollars payout.
Johnson’s even nice enough to provide some accomplices for our happy couple;
reckless Bo Hopkins, and intensely brooding psycho Al Lettieri. Sally Struthers
is hilarious as a kidnapped wife who seems to be enjoying life with her
dangerous (but strangely charismatic) captor Lettieri. Dub Taylor plays a
shonky landlord, Richard Bright an incompetent thief who tries to pull a fast
one on McQueen and MacGraw, and Slim Pickens walks off with the film at the end
as an obliging cowpoke.
Taut, violent 1972 Sam Peckinpah (“The Wild Bunch”, “Straw
Dogs”, “Major Dundee”) crime
flick, is one of McQueen’s better vehicles post-“The Great Escape”, and he’s in fine minimalist form. This guy
doesn’t have time to be a nice guy just so you can tell he’s the hero and hey,
his wife ain’t no ray of sunshine, so lay off him while he’s driving, OK?. He’s
backed by a scene-stealing Lettieri (absolutely chilling) and Pickens, as well
as good work by Taylor, Johnson, Bright, Struthers, and Hopkins. MacGraw is
entirely empty, bringing the film down from a possible classic status, all on
her own. She brings absolutely zero talent or charm or presence to an
all-important part. Hey Ali, that’s your real-life lover playing your husband
on-screen! Where’s the chemistry? The sparks? Hey, don’t blame Steve, he’s
bringing more to the table than you, tenfold!.
Admittedly the scheme McQueen formulates seems a tad overly
complex, given it’s just a simple bank job, really. But who noticed this
problem on their first viewing of the film? Not me, that’s for sure! Quite
exciting action at times, well-directed and a must-see for McQueen and
Peckinpah fans (it’s certainly one of the latter’s least pretentious, more
straight-forward, action-oriented films). Scripted by Walter Hill, is no muss,
no fuss, just like his own action films (“The
Warriors”, “Streets of Fire”, “The Driver”) tend to be. Based on a
Jim Thompson (“After Dark, My Sweet”,
“The Grifters”) novel.
Rating: B-
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