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Escapism grounded in grim reality. You just really want them to get away with it, and then, even when it's all going horribly wrong, they somehow do!!! Excellent early 70s vibes aplenty.

Sadly, Peter Boyle passed away today, so I should point out that his presence lights up the whole film. I can never understand why he never got more character parts.

I include this film with a number of other early 70s films such as Easy Rider, Two Lane Blacktop and The Getaway. Intelligent escapism, with a tinge of cannabis. Cannot understand why it doesn't have a DVD release, especially when many other, lesser, movies are brought into the equation. It deserves the whole extras/commentary/scene setting that Fear and Loathing got, after all!

Career criminal and demolition derby driver Jesse Veldini (Donald Sutherland) gets released from prison. His DA brother Frank Veldin (Howard Hesseman) just wants to keep him out of trouble. He reconnects with hooker/girlfriend Iris Caine (Jane Fonda) and his old friends. They decide to fix up a rundown PBY Catalina airplane. They do various petty crimes to finance the rebuild.

There is a confusing info dump early in the movie. This is trying to be an irreverent comedy but it's more quirky. It's down and out. I don't really know these characters' logic especially Jesse. He seems to be aimlessly searching for something that he doesn't even know. It's a bit muddled. It has the grim of 70's Oakland. I don't find this that much fun but these actors keep me interested. It's a borderline case.

Wacky comedy with an anti-establishment edge. But then what would be expected of social critics like Fonda and Sutherland. The surprise here is Peter Boyle who steals the show with Eagle's loony antics. He's both amusing and scary at the same time. It's a bravura performance.

The plot's just goofy enough to fit right in with a band of free spirits wanting to escape dull conformity. Seems they conspire to restore an airplane that's the size and shape of a warehouse so they can fly away to somewhere. That means having to get enough money for outfitting the wreck. For this misfit bunch that means organizing a pick-pocket attack on downtown suits. Grinning along is Sutherland's ex-con Veldini as the ring-leader. Trouble is he's got a respectable brother in the DA's office who aspires to higher elective status, and that means putting a halter on embarrassing brother Veldini. Meanwhile, there's Fonda as a big-haired hooker whose client list seemingly includes every suit in town. Plus seeing Hesseman as the DA, clean-shaven and in a spiffy suit, took me some getting used to after years of his scuzzy dj on WKRP, Cincinnati.

All in all, the 1971 flick (delayed release) amounts to a shady character comedy. There is a mild '60's era subtext but it's more implicit than explicit. At the same time, the non-conformists may be humorous but they're certainly not glorified as an alternative life-style. Then too, it's the byplay between the edgy characters that carries what chuckles there are. Nonetheless, I can see why some folks might dislike the results- no one is particularly likable, even Sutherland's lead character, while the comedic effects depend on the dubious personalities. Anyway, for the most part, I enjoyed the 93-minutes, despite the drawbacks.

Given the people involved, it is hard to see why this movie should be so messed up and dull. The writer, David Ward, wrote the amazing caper film "The Sting" two years later, Jane Fonda had just won an Academy Award for Klute, and Donald Sutherland had just done excellent work in films like "Klute," "Start the Revolution Without Me," and "Kelly's Heroes." Plotwise, the movie is a caper tale, with a small gang of bumbling misfits planning a big heist. At the same time the movie wants to be hip satire, a series of comedy sketches of the type that the NBC television show "Saturday Night" would do so well two years later. The bad result is that the plot makes the comedy bits seem awkward and forced and the disconnected comedy bits destroy any kind of suspense that the heist might have. It is quite literally a movie that keeps smashing into itself, just as the cars in the cars in the demolition scenes run into each other.

The only real interest for me was watching Jane Fonda. Her "Iris Caine" is supposed to be a light hearted version of her dramatic Bree Daniels prostitute character in "Klute" Yet, one doesn't believe her for a moment. It is always Jane Fonda pretending to be a prostitute that we are watching. It is as terrible a performance as her performance in "Klute" was terrific. It would be a good lesson for acting teachers to run the two films together to show how the same actress in the same type of role can be great or pathetic. It suggests that actors are only as good as their writers and directors.

A warm fuzzy movie from a stoned era. Rebels without a clue decide to flee the rat race in a surplus flying boat. A few problems rear their ugly heads. Like their being permanently broke, the plane needing some major rebuilding, and their inability to hold down anything approaching a full time job. Boyle is in fine form as the down at heel mechanic and the fight between him (knife) and Sutherland (felt tip pen) is a comedy classic. A fine goofy feelgood ensemble piece that plays like they busked it for laughs. It would probably seem quaint and a bit dated if I saw it now, but back in the 70s it was a breath of fresh air. With a faint whiff of hash about it.