The Seven-Ups (Philip D’Antoni, 1973)

The car chase at the midpoint of this cops-and-mobsters film is a marvel; its camera movement and framing, its impeccable editing, and its sparing use of sound (including revving engines, humming tires, and expletive-mumbling Roy Scheider), leads one to make two conclusions. The first, more obvious, one is to claim that danger in car chases was once more dangerous than it is now (a corollary might be to say that flesh-and-blood stunts look more analog than their digitally-scrubbed contemporary counterparts). The second, and less obvious one, is to argue that the centerpiece of the film forces the rest of the film to slow down in a way that reveals the glorious grime of its 1970s New York locales and that uncovers the transcendent joy one can take watching rumpled men wait, eat, and police.

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