OT: "The Number Twos"
Here are my "Number Ones" -- my personal favorites of the 60's and 70s, from my younger years where(sociologists tell us)...the movies mean the most to us:
1960: Psycho
1961: Judgment at Nuremburg
1962: The Manchurian Candidate
1963: Its a Mad, Mad, Mad Mad World
1964: Dr. Strangelove
1965: The Great Race
1966: The Professionals
1967: Wait Until Dark
1968: Bullitt
1969: The Wild Bunch
Now, some of those are childhood memories based on a child's likes (Mad Mad World; The Great Race) but even those still play well to the adult mind. And some of those I did NOT see on release -- I had to pick them up, on TV , in my later years (pre-teen to teen) and embrace them(Psycho, Judgment at Nuremburg.) I recall going to the drive-in with my parents to see The Manchurian Candidate, but being ordered to "hit the floor" during scenes of violence -- which only deepened my desire to see the film on my own, at which point: I loved it.
Others -- from later in the 60's -- I DID see on release and the memories of seeing them -- and being excited by them -- are crystal clear to me. The Professionals(on Christmas Day, 1966.) Wait Until Dark(with a screaming full house.) Bullitt(with another full house, yelling away at the car chase.) The Wild Bunch (simply, WOW.)
By the 70's I saw the movies all on release and directly, but (early on) with the still unformed mind of the pre-teen/teen...it took some LATER reviewings to really "get" what I saw, so this list is probably based on multiple views over time:
1970: MASH (the movie)
1971: Dirty Harry
1972: The Godfather
1973: American Graffiti
1974: Chinatown
1975: Jaws
1976: The Shootist
1977: Black Sunday
1978: National Lampoon's Animal House
1979: North Dallas Forty
Liked 'em all. And most of them were big popular hits. I "went against the grain" with the thriller Black Sunday in the year of Star Wars(Lucas) and Close Encounters(Spielberg), and I suppose The Shootist(John Wayne's final film, but from director Don "Dirty Harry" Siegel) and North Dallas Forty are minor-key, too.
But some discussions around this very board over the years have reminded me that in most years...there was certainly at least one other movie I liked a lot, too. Number Two. I'll pre-acknowledge the scatological joke that "Number Two" entails but push on because "Number Two" in any given year is usually a very, very good movie memory, too. So here goes, starting with 1960:
Number One: Psycho.
Number Two: The Apartment. Hitchcock and Billy Wilder had great movies out in 1959 and 1960; together, four of the greatest ever made: Some Like It Hot, North by Northwest, Psycho, The Apartment. Psycho is the biggest hit and the most historic...but The Apartment won Best Picture(for which Psycho was not nominated) and Wilder won Best Director(for which Hitchcock was nominated, for Psycho.)
The Apartment and Psycho share: black and white photography(The Apartment won that Oscar over Psycho, too); a sad and bleak "undertow" to the comedy(Apartment) and horror(Psycho); a sense of the yearnings and fears of "the little people" who get ground down by life and...a theme of lonliness as the heart of human life.
Billy Wilder is The Master of Suspense in The Apartment: Jack Lemmon doesn't know that the girl he wants so badly(Shirley MacLaine) is the mistress of his big boss(Fred MacMurray, the epitome of privileged corporate evil); MacLaine doesn't know that she is trysting with MacMurray in Lemmon's apartment; Lemmon's Jewish doctor neighbor(Jack Kruschen) doesn't know that it ISN'T Lemmon having sex all the time next door(its all the married men using Lemmon's apartment to cheat with their mistresses.) The suspense is tremendous in The Apartment, and it pays off with an emotional wallop of satisfaction at the end, when all is made clear.
Highlights: MacLaine's broken hand mirror and how it devastates Lemmon; MacMurray's final reveal of evil to Lemmon: "It takes years to get up here to the 27th floor(as an insurance executive), but only 30 seconds to be back down on the street again; you dig?"; and the glorious long close-up on MacLaine's face as she realizes she loves the nebbish Lemmon rather than the rich cad MacMurray. BUT: Like Psycho, The Apartment is a "piece of time" -- 1960, and the very year itself drives the historic emotion of the film today.