Synopsis
Harry Caul is an invader of privacy. The best in the business.
A paranoid, secretive surveillance expert has a crisis of conscience when he suspects that the couple he is spying on will be murdered.
A paranoid, secretive surveillance expert has a crisis of conscience when he suspects that the couple he is spying on will be murdered.
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“Feeling that the character was one-dimensional, Harrison Ford decided to play him as gay, a risky choice in 1974, and personally purchased the loud green silk suit for 900 dollars (4,285 in 2015 dollars). Francis Ford Coppola was at first shocked by the outfit at rehearsals, but after discussing it with Ford, was so impressed with this interpretation, that he expanded the role into a ing character, gave the character a name (Martin Stett) and had Production Designer Dean Tavoularis create an office that reflected the character's orientation.” - IMDb
fellas is it gay to wear a green suit and have a well-decorated office 🤔
gasped like an idiot at the reveal in this literally 50 year old movie. that’s cinema baby.
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It’s one thing to be living alone in your twenties. It’s an entirely different situation when you’re forty-two, overly paranoid, and almost completely friendless. Harry Caul (whose name probably has more significance than its resemblance to the word call) is a surveillance man, a professional eavesdropper who quiets his bouts of conscience by going to confession and abstaining from taking the Lord’s name in vain. The Conversation follows him furtively, even intrusively, as he nears a mental breakdown after realizing that his work may have yet again become the catalyst to a murder.
I’m not afraid of death. I am afraid of murder.
Harry wouldn’t like us following him around like this. Coppola constantly makes us aware of our intrusion…
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maybe they bugged his apartment just so they could listen to his saxophone playing, did he ever think of that?
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I could probably only count on one hand the number of performances I find better than Gene Hackman's in The Conversation. Total, sustained alienation pervaded by frustration and guilt of profession, all internalized and instead seen through a drooping stance, an elongated eye-to-eye encounter with a pen placed in his front suit pocket, a wandering complexion. Harry's dream is so very important because it's the only moment where he truly speaks to another human being, and yet it isn't fueled by comion but by the bubbling guilt under the surface, only seen in compositions manipulated via negative space. Its main jump scare is one of the best, too.
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in all seriousness though, what would you do if your toilet just started bleeding
okay, quarantine be like???>????? hahaha but seriously haha weird to um, be alone and paranoid right now....
(to me? watching a movie is finding a way to make it about me....)
Coppola and his lifelong editor/sound designer/friend Walter Murch were audio nerds who by all s originally set out to make a movie about a guy like them, someone who reads industry magazines and attends dorky tech conferences and takes pride in his private freelance craftsmanship; but once they started figuring out a more exciting cinematic entry point for a lonely, introverted character like this, and started packaging their ideas about what his responsibilities and culpabilities are to a larger nefarious surveillance state within the history of obsessive voyeurism in movies (Noir detectives, Rear Window, espionage movies, Blow Up, etc.) they ended up with one of the great sociological/political character studies that also operates as a paranoid psychological thriller of the…
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“He’d kill us if he got the chance.”
I’ve been thinking about The Conversation ever since watching Her. Very different films, I know, but both are about melancholy mustachioed men with questionable sartorial taste retreating from human behind a shroud of electronics. It doesn’t work out too well for either of them, although Her’s Theodore Twombly comes out of it much better than The Conversation’s Harry Caul (Gene Hackman, in a brilliantly controlled performance).
Surveillance is Harry’s trade. He’s obsessed with his own privacy; he knows how to avoid detection. He’s called the best surveillance man on the East Coast. At first we think we can see why. His use of sophisticated equipment and techniques and his tireless devotion…