Sunday, 24 July 2016

The French Connection (1971)

Popeye Doyle is still the coolest motherfucking detective to walk the celluloid streets. He may be a heavy-handed misanthrope but with his shabby suit, skinny tie and porkpie hat he's a down-at-the-heel brownstone tenement standing steadfast against the gentrification surrounding him, a man out of time who casually shits all over those cravated, polo-necked and flared-collared, dedicated followers of fashion.

No one, but no one, wears a porkpie like Popeye.

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