The year was 1975, I was ten years old and my Mom and my cousin Charlotte were taking me to see Jaws. This was huge for me. Jaws was all the rage.
Everywhere you went you heard about Jaws, saw posters and T-shirts of Jaws. The commercials. The music. “We’re gonna need a bigger boat.” Quint getting chewed in half and blood spurting out of his mouth. It was wonderful.
And nowhere was Jaws a bigger phenomenon then at school. It was like Christmas. Our teachers were constantly having to settle us down, threatening us with, “…If I hear another word about Jaws everybody’s staying after school.”
So on that pivotal, transformative day we had to first drop my brother off at my aunt and uncle’s because he was too young to see Jaws. I wanted to wait in the station wagon because I was on pins and needles–I could barely contain my excitement– but my mother would hear nothing of it.
“No. We’re going in and have some coffee and cake with you aunt and uncle. Then we’ll go to the movie.”
It was at the table while we were eating cherries jubilee over sponge cake that my uncle suddenly raised his fork in the air and lobed a grenade my way. I remember it like it was yesterday. “I don’t think you should take Pam to see Jaws. It’s too violent,” he declared.
Well that’s when my world blew apart, right then and there. (My mother valued my uncle’s opinion. He was an elder of the church.) It wasn’t the first time it blew apart. There had been bad things that had happened like my parents getting divorced and my Mom undergoing a very rare and serious surgery from which she narrowly survived. So, yes, I had experienced worse things–but not too many.
Thank goodness my mother over ruled my uncle. (She had a habit of doing that. He didn’t pay any of our bills.) “Your probably right. She probably shouldn’t see it, but I’ve already told her she could. I think she can handle it.”
That was that. I got to go. And it was terrifying. And traumatic. I was afraid to take a bath or go swimming for months afterward…And I loved it. It gave me lots of street cred at school. (We went to a private Christian school so street cred was extremely rare and those that had it–no matter how fleeting–were held in high esteem.) It’s one of my most treasured memories.
My Mom was a warrior. God bless her.
Jaws premiered June 20, 1975. The director, Steven Spielberg, was a shaggy headed twenty-six year old, who had made a name for himself within the Hollywood film community by calming the notoriously difficult diva Joan Crawford when he directed her in an episode of Night Gallery. Then he directed the critically acclaimed television movie Duel and the well received full length feature film The Sugarland Express.
These endeavors earned him the right to direct Jaws after producers had second thoughts about director Dick Richards (Farewell My Lovely). Jaws was an unprecedented cinematic phenomena, breaking all previous box office records and propelling Steven Spielberg into upper most hemisphere of hallowed film directors where he resides to this day.
Nine days before Jaws opened another film by veteran and one time famed director Arthur Penn (Bonnie and Clyde, The Miracle Worker, Little Big Man) debuted. A smart neo noir in which the ocean, coincidentally, played a pivotal role, it starred one of the eras most prolific leading men.
Gene Hackman was on a roll having won the academy award for best actor four years before for his performance as Popeye Doyle in The French Connection and being nominated for the same award in 1974 for his role in The Conversation. In Night Moves, he re-teamed with Penn having played Buck Barrow in the director’s groundbreaking Bonnie and Clyde. But with everyone’s attention on a great white shark chewing up the scenery–and practically everything else–nobody noticed.
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The opening musical theme of Night Moves alerts you right away that something is amiss. It begins with a gentle, yet ominous musical progression on the xylophone. The keys are struck ever so lightly so that the run is pleasant but cold with anharmonic suspended overtones.
The music accompanies Harry Moseby, (Gene Hackman) a Los Angeles private detective and ex pro football player, who likes to play solo chess on stakeouts in his vintage Mustang. Harry thinks of himself as a rugged Renaissance man. He’s not adverse to a nice glass of wine and fondue while lying bed but that begs the question: is it really smart to play chess on a stakeout? Might one miss something?
It is ever so easy to miss something in Night Moves. The plot is very complicated. And it all begins with a missing persons case. (Yeah I know. Who would’a thunk it?)
Harry gets called to aging sweater girl Arlene Grastner’s house. Her sixteen year old daughter has run off. She’s a real sleazebucket–the mother, that is. Her biggest assets are her pendulous breasts and–unfortunately for us–she lets them fly, unencumbered, in true 70s style.
The girl’s name is Delly and she is the recipient of a trust fund from her late father. Her slut of a mother won’t see a dime of the money if they don’t reside together, so mommie dearest hires Harry to track her down.
The trail leads Harry all the way to the Florida Keys where he finds Delly (Melanie Griffith) hiding out with Tom Iverson (John Crawford) one of her mother’s ex husbands and his fiance Paula (Jennifer Warrens). Harry finds out that Delly has been passed around by a group of stuntmen and show biz hangers-on all of whom have had trysts with Arlene. Tom Iverson is no different in this regard. He carries on a sexual relationship with Delly right under his fiance Paula’s nose. And she doesn’t care.
Harry, who is in his own unhappy marriage, has eyes for Paula. Before long they bed down in a pathetic one night stand in which there has never been a more obvious patsy besides Lee Harvey Oswald. Disgusted with what his investigation has turned up and with himself (when Paula rejects him the next day) Harry decides that Delly–who he has become protective of–would be better off with her mother. He also wants to give his marriage a second shot so he talks Delly into going back home.
Back in Los Angeles Harry reunites with his wife and things seem to be on the upswing when he hears that Delly–who had run away again–has been killed in a movie stunt. Devastated and demoralized, he can’t let her death go. Sensing something is wrong about the accident he begins to circle back through the scummy world of Delly and her mother’s Hollywood Lotharios and sugardaddies. This nasty bathtub ring encircles a familiar group of stunt drivers, mechanics and pilots and an amorous couple who live on an otherwise uninhabited island off the southern Florida coast.
Meanwhile poor Harry keeps going around and around and around. So many things have escaped his notice. And now he’s back at square one. I guess that’s what happens when you play solo chess on a stakeout.
This is a solid mystery and Hackman does a great job,its rather sad that he is hardly ever mentioned when you talk about the real great actors,The Conversation is my favorite Hackman film. The cheetah and I reviewed Night Moves as well…..
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Well, I’m going to have to look that one up. Thanks Michael, for stopping by.
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Our look at “Night Moves” is number #75 on the blog…..
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Nice review, Pam. I was 23 in 1975, and saw this on release. I liked how Moseby was played by the other characters, and how he wasn’t obviously sharp, and really good at his job. Good supporting cast too; James Woods, Kenneth Mars, a convincing young Melanie, and the reliable Edward Binns. (And I didn’t mind Arlene letting her “pendulous breasts fly” either. 🙂 )
But I watched it on the back of the previous year’s ‘The Conversation’, so it was never going to match up to that wonderful film.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks Pete. I agree, Night Moves is not as good as The Conversation, the latter being in my top 10 favorite films of all time. But like The Conversation it is a quiet film with a lot to say. You have to listen. I like those films.
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Me too! 🙂
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I especially love your story at the beginning.
I have felt that way before. I remember when I was 12 and my mother and I were shopping for a dress for me to wear to a cousin’s wedding. I was in the fitting room and feeling rather feminine and confident for perhaps the first time ever when a saleslady came over to say she felt the dress was “too old” for me. We didn’t buy the dress. I can only wish my mother had overruled her! Funny how those things stick with us.
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Thanks Jay. My mom was a beautiful soul. I have lots of fond memories of her overruling those who thought they knew what was best for our family. They meant well and sometimes they were even right, but if my mom wanted their advice she would have asked for it. I miss her. Thanks for the follow.
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It’s a shame Night Moves has not gotten the attention it deserves. For many years Arthur Penn was one of my favorite directors. Even his lesser films had something to offer. What I like about Night Moves is the fact that he (Hackman’s P.I.) was really ill equipped for the job. Like you, The Convesation is one of my favorite films.
Your opening was just terrific, and I like that your Mom stood up and was not intimidated. I remember jumping in my seat (and I was about 24) at some scenes, and that soundtrack was intense. Jaws really changed the landscape of the movie scene: mass distribution, the summer blockbuster, big first weekend opening. Still think it is one of Spielberg’s best. Great post!
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Thanks John. You’re sweet. I love that about Night Moves too. Harry’s not dumb, by any means, but inept. And he doesn’t know it, until it’s too late.
I absolutely love Jaws. I often would tell my Mom that it’s a horror film and she refused to believe it. She thought of horror like Frankenstein and Dracula, which she didn’t like. She couldn’t accept that Psycho was horror/slasher either. Ha!
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Great post 🙂 I am so happy that your mother defended your right to see Jaws along with other stuff 🙂 Jaws is an undisputed classic no doubt 🙂 As for Night Moves, I just love that one. Please tell me, did my blog entry on Arthur Penn inspire you to write a blog entry on Night Moves? 🙂 For me, it is a masterful Neo-noir of the 1970’s and along with Francis Ford Coppola’s The Conversation from a year earlier, a thought-provoking look at America during the post-watergate era. Anyway, keep up the great work as always and keep those comments coming 🙂
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Thank you John. Yes, your entry inspired me to write about Night Moves. Like you, it’s one of my favorite Neo noir’s. I’m glad it has gotten more of its deserved recognition in the last decade or so–since they released it on DVD–though I know it from years earlier.
I know that Penn directed it as a giant metaphor, if you will, dedicated to the Watergate era and the aftermath of the Kennedy assassinations (especially Bobby’s). I, though, wanted to approach it from a more personal level and I wanted my post to reflect how the movie went unnoticed because of the Jaws distraction and the parallels of the Harry Mosbey character being distracted to the point of not noticing what was happening all around him.
Of course I was alive and well during this era, young, but more in tune to cinema than your average 10 yr old and I had no knowledge, whatsoever, about Night Moves. Interestingly, another one of your favorite movies, Nashville, debuted around this time. I wonder if it got buried in the Jaws hoopla as well?
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I watched this over the winter and reviewed it. I thought it was a pretty good noir and enjoyed it. It was all over the place, wasn’t it? I got a kick out of Melanie Griffith’s first role and their exchange. What was that line that stuck? “Listen Delly, I know it doesn’t make much sense when you’re sixteen. Don’t worry. When you get to be forty, it isn’t any better.”
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I had a few friends like Delly and I always felt sorry for them. I think she’s a tragic character. And from what I know about Melanie Griffith’s life, she was using experience for inspiration.
The plot to Night Moves is pretty convoluted, but I think plot is secondary to the feeling of hopelessness that the movie evokes. To me, it’s a metaphor of America coming to grips with the aftermath of the drugs, sex and rock and roll counter culture.
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That’s deep!
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Oh…I don’t know. I’ve read that Night Moves is a metaphor for the Watergate era and for the disillusionment over the Bobby Kennedy assassination. I think that’s what Arthur Penn said, anyway.
More than anything, to me it’s a film about a guy who’s in way over his head and he doesn’t have the sophistication to realize it until he’s been smacked in the face and shot in the femoral artery. He thinks he’s really smart and he’s not–he’s plenty smart. There’s a big difference. There I go being philosophical. Boring. Sorry. I can’t help it.
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No, not at all. I read a Hackman biography while I was watching his films and Night Moves may have been interpreted that way, but for Hackman, his first few years were his artful films and then he sold out and quasi-regretted it for the rest of his life. He made a lot of money and spent a lot, lost a marriage and was distant to his children. His film by Anderson in ‘The Great Tennenbaums’ was pretty close to his real personality and biographical. Tongue in cheek. Prone to exasperation. A need for control. Mad that people are idiots, you know, Gene Hackman. 😉
So with regard to Night Moves, his motivations were not very deep. It was a decent script with a chance to make money. He had a great fear whatever film he was doing would be his last.
But I like how texts become more than themselves, so I liked your idea.
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I think Gene Hackman had a good run. Bonnie and Clyde. Cisco Pike. The Conversation. The French Connection. Night Moves. Young Frankenstein. The Unforgiven. Those are just a few off the top of my head. A really solid cannon of films. Shoot even Mississippi Burning and Hoosiers were really good.
Night Moves is one of my personal favorites. I think it’s a quintessential example of Neo noir. But the critics were ho hum about it when it was released. It’s gotten is props in the last twenty or so years.
Film is personal. We see it differently. Interpret it differently.
So your luck 13 film club is coming up. I’m looking forward to that. The De Palma one was really good. You know what film you’ll feature?
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I haven’t a topic for this month. Sometimes I skip a month. My personal life is chaotic at the moment and I’m trying to finalize the manuscript of my second novel before school resumes. Maybe one month in the near future you would agree to co-host with me?
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Yes. I would like that. Good luck on your novel. I’ve got one in an agents hands myself. My first. We’ll see. Like Tom Petty says “The Waiting is the Hardest Part”. I’m going to turn in. Enjoyed chatting with you.
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Pam, because of your question, I posted a Lucky 13 Film Club topic for today. I would enjoy your input when you have the time. 🙂
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Wonderful Cindy. I’ll visit in just a bit.
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I looked for your post on Night Moves. I was interested to read your take but I couldn’t find it. Found a really good post on Bonnie and Clyde and The Conversation. I love both of those movies. Great posts on those.
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You are kind to look for it! I went searching and couldn’t find it anywhere. I must have only had a conversation about it but not featured it. I watched a lot of Hackman films but didn’t review or talk about them all.
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Love the Jaws anecdote at the beginning, hehe. The movie sounds crazy, traumatic, and very entertaining!
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Don’t tell me you haven’t seen Jaw!!?? If not, may I be so bold, YOU MUST SEE IT!
Thanks for stopping by.
–Pam
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