The British 'Dirty Harry'
SPOILERS
1971 was a very tough year at the movies.
The "R" rating had been available for about three years, and so lots of movies had a newfound freedom in sex and violence. Plus a certain documentary grittiness.
Over in America, 1971 gave us that cool black cat "Shaft," (working the mean streets of Harlem and a grungy Times Square), race-baiting bully Popeye Doyle in "The French Connection," and perhaps above all, Clint Eastwood's steely-eyed force of righteous vengeance in "Dirty Harry."
Mike Hodges and star Michael Caine made their own contribution to tough-guy 1971 from across the pond with the very fine "Get Carter."
Harry and Popeye were cops. Shaft was a private eye. Caine as Jack Carter's on the other side of the law: he's an enforcer for the London mob. But like Popeye Doyle and Harry Callahan (if not the "cooler" Shaft), Jack Carter has a certain rightous rightness on his side -- he's out for vengeance. He may be a bad guy, but he's a principled guy, and (here like Popeye and Harry) he's gonna break every rule in the book to take down the punks who killed his brother.
Though all these films are similar, "Get Carter" does separate out from the American movies in that it is very much a bleak film noir in which Carter is a "bad man" pitted against worse men. He'll do things that Harry or Popeye will not do, because he has no government authority over his actions at all. His superiors are London mobsters who warn him not to mess with their Newcastle compatriots (there is an alliance between gangs), but Carter goes his own way and gets his information however he wants, which sometimes involves torture, but often only threats thereof.
With Roy Budd's moody 70's jazz-synthesizer following his every move, Michael Caine most believeably plays a gangster who is stronger and deadlier than the other gangsters he meets. As his investigation reveals that his brother was killed over pornography starring his brother's underage daughter (who is, maybe, CAINE's daugther), Caine unleashes a righteous rampage of revenge that makes Dirty Harry look like Efrem Zimbalist Jr. in his disregard for the niceties of justice.
In perhaps the film's nastiest scene, Caine corners a cowering weakling and gets the guy to 'fess up about who killed Caine's brother. Upon getting the information, Caine most angrily stabs the man straight through the heart in a medium shot execution of brutal realism. "I didn't kill him," pleads the victim. "I KNOW you didn't kill him, I KNOW you didn't kill him," sayeth Caine, killing the guy with two expert lethal stabs to match his two repeated sayings.
But Caine doesn't stop there. Men and women are killed or tortured at his hands, and when he corners the main villain, he does to the bad guy what the bad guy did to his brother: forces a bottle of whiskey down the bad guy's gullet. Caine shows off his great ability to convey rage here, his teeth clenched in anger: "Drink up, Eric...DRINK UP!" It's chilling.
Perhaps more important than the revenge plot of "Get Carter" is its distinctly unique atmosphere, which can be summed up as : "gritty early 70's working class north coast England gangster pornography noir." I think. Unlike the more polished product of "Dirty Harry" or "The French Connection," "Get Carter" is sometimes muddy to look at and difficult to hear. These Brits tend to mumble their dialogue in a kind of slang shorthand. There's a downside to the cheapish reality of the movie: some of the fight punches thrown by Caine and others look rather fake. But the brutality lies elsewhere in this movie.
It must be noted that this is perhaps the most sexual of the 1971 noir thrillers. Glimpses of pornography are trend-setting in the newly R-rated era. Caine has an early bout of "phone sex" with the delectable Britt Ekland undulating on the other end of the line, and has a fairly graphic sex scene with a woman that is intercut with footage of a racing sports car. Rather amusingly, Caine also willingly gets it on with his middle-aged landlady, who has "Austin Powers teeth," -- immediately after which, Caine faces down two baddies with a shotgun while totally in the nude.
Michael Caine's just great in the movie. He's been with us forever and now he plays twee folk like Alfred the Butler in "Batman," but in 1971, he could play both a sexy heartthrob and a tough guy with total believability. It was in his voice and his eyes.
If you want a look at how rough action thrillers were in 1971, look at "The French Connection," "Dirty Harry" and "Shaft." But don't forget "Get Carter," which is perhaps the most nasty, brutish...and oddly moving...of them all.