Bullitt (2005, DVD)

This may not be uncommon for a guy like me to say this, but I have a guilty pleasure for cop films. I have always pictured myself as being the macho cop that takes no bull from anyone and just goes about doing the job in as cool a manner as possible. Thus, films like The French Connection and Dirty Harry has always been near the top of my list of films. However, I had heard a lot about Bullitt being a good cop film. All I had really heard about was the famous car chase scene and that was it. I always tried to look out for it, but never did find it. Until now, that is. Set in San Francisco,...

I added Bullitt to my Netflix queue just so that I could see the famous car chase scene I'd heard so much about. I had to sit through over an hour of the movie before it happened, but it was pretty cool. I can appreciate how back in the late 1960's, a car chase was a real car chase and there was no CGI or any of that mess. While by today's standards it might not compare to something out of The Fast and the Furious, it is still a sight to see. Bullitt is your basic cop drama about a Dirty Harry type who gets involved in a plot involving the mob and a dirty politician. The plot itself isn't all.

Nearly forty years after its theatrical release, I ve finally seen Bullitt (1968), especially famous for Steve McQueen burning rubber on the streets of San Francisco. Well, I just couldn t agree more with most everyone s fulsome praise of the film and not just for those exciting car chase scenes! There s so much more to Bullitt than a simple cop thriller. The Robert L Fish novel on which the film was based was turned into a riveting screenplay by Alan Trustman. In the plot, whose layered structure might confuse at first, San Francisco s Police Lt Frank Bullitt (Steve McQueen) has been...

I woke up this morning prepared for another day of exquisite languor in my boudoir, waiting for my fractured femur to finish mending. The morning sun felt warm against my skin, protected by PABA Free Lesterene brand Lime in the Coconut oil sunscreen, as I looked forward to a breakfast tray. Doreen, my poor white trash relative and current caregiver did eventually show up with a bowl of Fruit Loops and a glass of Tang, better than the grits she's been foisting off on my recently, and then disappeared back downstairs. Her husband, Herbert, has departed again in that tin box with a motor they...