Law and Disorder

I thought this was a decent film; not a classic, but entertaining enough. The basic premise for me is that sometimes you get in over your head trying to be something that you are not. Guess you'd call this a dark comedy. Excellent acting, gritty scenes of New York life when it wasn't so pleasant, and a shockingly brutal ending makes this worth a look.

Given the talent of the two stars of this film (who incidentally happen to be among my favorite actors), I was surprised at how much I really disliked this movie. I will admit that the cinematogrophy was great, really capturing the New York City of the mid-seventies. However, the lack of plot really disappointed me. The film goes nowhere fast, it was all that I could do to keep awake until the end. My brother picked up the DVD at K-Mart for $2.95, but it wasn't even worth that low price. If you must insist on seeing this piece of garbage, however, I recommend the DVD purchase (at the aforementioned low price), as it would be easier to fling like a Frisbee than the VHS version!

-Den Corleone

It's a weird thing about this comedy-drama. I first saw it as a kid back in 1975 where it played almost constantly on HBO and was one of the first movies I ever recall seeing on cable TV. At the time I thought it was damn funny and ever since it became somewhat of a lost film until Anchor Bay released it to DVD several years ago. I couldn't wait to see it again. But when I finally revisited it on disc, I'd found that much of the magic had gone and I didn't think it held up quite as well. It's worth watching for sure if you're a fan of Carroll O'Connor or Ernest Borgnine, but still stacks up as kind of a slightly lost opportunity.

In this movie, O'Connor is a cab driver (and doing his usual Archie Bunker routine even though I think he was trying to prove he wasn't typecast) and Borgnine is his longtime best friend and a struggling hairdresser who owns his own salon (how's that for bizarre casting?). Karen Black is cast as Ernie's ditzy and belligerent employee, the best hair stylist he's able to find. Dwelling with their heads just barely above water in a typical '70s crime-infested New York City, the men become fed up with it all and decide to become auxiliary cops in order to help straighten the neighborhood out from the wrath of drug dealers, burglars and street scum. They get more than they bargained for in the end, which is the best part of the film, and a very strong climax.

While this team-up would seem to be a sure-fire winning combination and set-up, the "story" as it's presented is practically non-existent and all over the place, which is kind of a shame. Golden moments and funnies do show up in odd places, but these share the screen time with all sorts of plot holes and different, undeveloped ideas. Worth a watch anyway if you can see it, but this could have been a lot better. **1/2 out of ****

Basically this was a film about a couple of blue collar NYC guys that are fed up with their city. They are great friends and organize an auxiliary police force. Getting caught up in this venture, they take this way too seriously and like to believe they are real cops. Gradually , they become out of control. This film had some of the funniest moments but out of nowhere, reality would hit. I liked the film and felt it was a very creative effort. Some wonderful scenes featuring Karen Black , in what may have been her best performance, as an over the top hairdresser. You also had an actor named J. Frank Lucas as a flasher who was funny. Perhaps the best character in the film was Gary Springer billed as the F.U. Kid. I am not making this up folks. It is right here on IMDb. The couple scenes Mr. Springer participated, were worth the price of admission, back in the day. In summation, I would say this is a dramady , with more emphasis on comedy than drama. Be prepared for some harsh moments and appreciate the great comic moments, of which there are many.

It has been many years since I saw this on TV. Two regular Working class Joe's, Ernest Borgnine and Carrol O'Connor, decide to formulate their own Volunteer Police force in their NYC neighborhood. Fed up with the rampant crime that pervades their area, both of these two buddies eventually learn they are in over their heads. Carrol O'Connor is always entertaining, especially when he rides on the Coattails of his famed character from "All in the Family" in a more subtle version. It's really hard to shake off that character, especially in 1974 when the sitcom had reached the height of its popularity.And with his equally tough and gruff friend, Ernest Borgnine, we are hoping these two will become heroic bad ass renegades that make a difference in cleaning up the streets. But things just don't turn out that way. Willie, Carrol O'Connor, gets discouraged by the job too soon before his irascible partner (Cy), Ernest Borgnine, grows increasingly frustrated into madness. The casting of these two is correct. But here their chemistry barely makes this drab film watchable. Unfortunately, O'Connor's wife is played by a much younger woman, Ann Wedgeworth, surpassing credulity. And would you accept Ernest Borgnine as a beautician? The crusty old-school humor with personal barbs, racial epithets and vulgarity may put off modern audiences. This forgotten film is a product of its time. Several scenes and one liners are memorable, but the treatment of the subject matter is too farcical to be taken seriously. A scene in a diner with Willie and his wife is inappropriately downbeat and bizarre. An awakening moment occurs when the buddy wannabee cops are driving the town in their makeshift patrol car. Cy notices a nearby crime scene, "hey let's go handle it. we're cops now aren't we?" "I don't know what the hell we are!", exclaims a confused Willie. And this is where the hope for an adventurous drama goes downhill. The supporting cast is filled with farcical caricatures which undermines the severity of the situation the main characters are in, leaving us duped and soured by the outcome of the final scenes. This was a strange attempt for a Black comedy that didn't quite fly.