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NIght Moves falls into that category of movies that was not so loved when it came it but since time has passed, people have come around to it. It also benefits from being from that new golden era of cinema, the 70s, where the films showcase a gritty side to characters, often played by some of the best anti-hero actors of all time -- Hackman, in this case. Night Moves is a good movie and a lot of fun but it has some limitations which keep it from being more than that.

First of which, the story really doesn't make sense. It's clear when the case is more or less solved about an hour in that the movie is really going to be about something else. In this case, it's more about Hackman's character, a guy who despite his love of things like chess, can't seem to really figure stuff out. So we are taken through his marriage, his wife's infidelity. an attempted reconciliation, etc. All that stuff is great for a great actor like Hackman who makes you feel how lost he is.

The problem is that the ties that connect that to the real story, that of the art smuggling, which is the real mystery, are very thin. Also, the ties that connect the plot points of the smuggling story are very week. Too much coincidence, too many people happen to be exactly where they need to be. Too much crossing the country - - LA to Florida in the blink of an eye. One second Gene Hackman is chasing James Woods around LA on a motorcycle. The next scene, he finds him in Florida.

I read that the film was shot in 1973 and then shelved until 1975, meaning that there must have been issues with it then. There must have also been a lot scenes cut, because a lot is in there, it's just hidden very deeply with no way to get at it. I think this is a film to check out and enjoy for some very good elements. I just don't think we can put our blinders on and make it a 70s classic. Good film. Worth a watch.

This film is so difficult to find (I watched a complete upload on YouTube) that it seems foolish to review. As a long time lover of jazz and having been around jazz musicians for most of my life at clubs in NYC like the Five Spot and even places like Trumpets in my hometown of Montclair, this movie rings true on so many levels. Is it a great film? No. It is clearly made on a shoestring and with only a couple of names --Wayne Rogers and Cleavon Little. But the supporting cats are good too, many good character faces from old TV shows. What I think is most insightful, is the writing and how it captures these characters, their love for jazz and their naivete about what it takes to be a pro.

The dialogue is smart and funny. The film drags in a few places when some of the smaller characters are given too much story time but it never slows down to the point of disinterest. The writer knew how to write musicians -- jazz musicians especially, because they are an interesting bunch. I have to say one thing about my man, Cleavon Little. Cleavon left us with some beautiful work and he left us too soon. His performance here deserves attention because he played his character with such a distinct point of view. He and Wayne Rogers carried the film. Another scene, which I felt revealed the quality of the writing was the scene when Wayne Rogers gets knocked out by the wannabe Sinatra guy. A lesser film would have had him fighting back and being all macho. But instead, true to his character, who was not a tough guy, he took it like he had to. That scene must have happened in real life because it could not be made up, it had such a ring of truth. Find this film, and watch it.

I am big of both Miles Davis and Don Cheadle. Biopics are difficult to get right and I was encouraged when I learned that Cheadle would direct and only focus on a part of Davis' life - and an interesting one at that. The film overall is uneven and disappointing but does succeed in capturing the allure and eccentricities of Davis.

I had a hard time believing the plot to steal and recover the tapes. I don't recall reading this in his autobiography but that's not necessarily a bad thing. It seemed silly and not befitting a jazz great to have his life boil down to a cops and robbers chase in the alley.

Cheadle, the actor, captured the essence of Davis but struggled to anchor the film's narrative. The flashback scenes were gratuitous and inaccurate. Davis was beaten by a cop on 52nd Street not outside the Village Vanguard. The poster outside the Vanguard says he is playing with Red Garland but they Bill Evans playing piano inside. Stuff like that kills the movie for a real lover of Davis' work. I do think the filmmaker really captured the relationship with Frances correctly. That was haunting and beautiful and my guess is that it should have been the focus of the whole movie.