Peter Yates' film doesn't quite have the same zeitgeist position it enjoyed through the last decades of the twentieth century. While a lot of people born since 2000 may have heard of it, and they probably have heard about its famous car chase, that doesn't mean they've seen it. I'm old enough to have actually seen Bullitt at the cinema when it came out. Which means I saw it at six. I don't remember the movie. I remember the car chase. And that's what most people usually remember about Bullitt. But they also remember how cool Steve McQueen was as Frank Bullitt, his cool clothes, his cool haircut, and his cool Ford Mustang. If they had a sense of the movie, they also might remember Lalo Schifrin's terrific jazzy score (the type of score Quincy Jones tried to do for years and always failed miserably at). The one thing they don't remember is the story. Bullitt does have a story. But it's not a memorable story, nor does it have anything to do with what you respond to in the movie.
We don't give a shit who killed the homosexual in The Detective, we don't care who killed the hooker in They Call Me Mr. Tibbs!, we don't give a fllying fuck what happens to Madigan's gun, and we know exactly who killed Peppard's wife in Pendulum, and we can't believe it takes the movie as long as it does to figure it out.Yet since Yates cares so little about the crime story at the center of Bullitt, it suggests he knows we don't care either, and that suggests a bohemian hipness that was unusual in a Hollywood crime movie. A light Hitchcockian thriller could ultimately be laissez-faire about the McGuffin the film's characters chase one another over, but not a violent-bloody-cop-picture.
Scorsese further clarified to Thompson his intentions in regard to the audience when he was making Taxi Driver: "The idea was to create a violent catharsis, so they'd find themselves saying, YES KILL, and then afterwards realize, OH MY GOD NO.". . .But . . . if the goal was "OH MY GOD NO," then show a movie about a man who spends the entire movie speaking about cleaning up the scum of the city, and demonstrate that it's black males he considers the scum of the city. Then at the climax he kills a bunch of black males because of their defilement of a young white girl and is turned into a hero by the very same city (i.e. white society).That would have been viewed by audiences as OH MY GOD NO!And that would have been The Searchers.
I can also imagine part of De Palma's inspiration to forge a career executing Hitchcockian set pieces was his frustration at how inept he felt the highly praised Hitchcock homages from the French New Wave were. Particularly messieurs Truffaut and Chabrol. I can't imagine De Palma appreciating even a relatively decent one like Chabrol's Le Boucher (probably chalking it up to a thrill-less thriller). But I can absolutely see De Palma being apalled at Truffaut's amateur, clumsy fumbling of The Bride Wore Black. As well as being dismayed by the affectionate praise heaped on it by the New York film critics (probably the only thing De Palma and Bogdanovich ever agreed upon). It's doubtful a master filmmaker like De Palma was ever charmed by Truffaut's Ed Wood-like amateur bumbling even under more appropriate conditions. But in the service of a Hitchcock-like thriller, backed by Bernard Herrmann's music? It must have left young De Palma puking in the aisle. I can hear him ranting to Jennifer Salt [De Palma's girlfriend at the time], "How do you do a Hitchcock film without any cool shots? How do you do a Hitchcock film where the camera is unimportant?"
He tried Truffaut twice, but he didn't respond to him. Not because the films were boring (they were), but that wasn't the only reason Cliff didn't respond. The two films he watched (in a Truffaut double feature) just didn't grab him. The first film, The 400 Blows, left him cold. He really didn't understand why that little boy did half the shit he did. Now, Cliff never spoke to anybody about it, but if he did, his first case in point would be when the kid prays to Balzac. Is that something French kids do? Is the point that that's normal or is the point he's a little weirdo? Yes, he knows it could be meant to be the same as an American kid putting a picture of Willie Mays on his wall. But he doesn't think it's supposed to be that simple. Also, it seems absurd. A ten-year-old little boy loves Balzac that much? No, he doesn't. Since the little boy is supposed to be Truffaut, it's Truffaut telling us how impressive he is. And frankly, the kid on-screen wasn't impressive in the slightest. And he definitely didn't deserve a movie made about him.And he thought the mopey dopes in Jules and Jim were a fucking drag. Cliff didn't dig Jules and Jim, because he didn't dig the chick. And it's the kind of movie, if you don't dig the chick, you ain't gonna dig the flick. Cliff thought the movie would have been better all the way around if they just let that bitch drown.
I first saw The Getaway in 1972 when it came out at the Paradise Theater in Westchester, a Los Angeles town by LAX (the Paradise and the Loyola were the two theaters near where we lived in El Segundo that I saw a lot of movies at from 1971 to 1974). My mom would drive me to the cinema on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon, then drop me off and come back and pick me up four or five hours later. And that's how I first saw the PG-rated The Getaway when it opened opposite The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean. I liked both films enough to see them again the next weekend. Then the next year, when I was living in Tennessee with my grandmother, I saw The Getaway a third time on the lower bill of a drive-in double feature with Walking Tall. Then back in Los Angeles one year after that, at a United Artists theater in Marina del Rey on the lower half of a double bill with The Outfit. And all that was before I was fifteen. I later watched The Getaway at revival house screenings, not to mention on home video, and countless times since (I have my own IB Technicolor 35mm print)
I now realize what Sam made and what McQueen and MacGraw performed was a love story.The crime story is literal.The love story is metaphorical.But it's on the metaphorical level where the filmmakers (and I include the actors in that title) operated most successfully.Thompson wrote not only a getaway story, he spends the entire book, chapter by chapter, page by page, putting the couple through hell and tearing them apart.Sam does the complete opposite.He spends the entire film, reel by reel, scene by scene, putting the couple through hell, then bringing them together.
For the record the audiobook is available for free right there:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvnkx3HDRl4
While I can be dismissive of decades, or more specifically the 22+ years of this Century (and enjoy a fair amount of 20th Century crap), I really wonder how deeply he delved into the 50's to smear it as the Doris Day decade. His knowledge of movies from ~1964-1989 is impeccable, but I know he hasn't seen stuff like The Hitch-Hiker (1953) and Terror in a Texas Town (1958), which I found surprising since those are rather well known for noir and western fans. I normally wouldn't really care about that, but I do wonder if he's done his homework on that decade.
I think you've put your finger right on the issue of QT's cultural myopia. His knowledge of cinema is deep rather than broad.