There’s enough entries in this genre to give it a unique name; I’d call it the ‘momentum’ picture, and it’s one in which rather than one or two action scenes, the whole film seems to embody a certain kind of crazy forward energy. Based on a novel by William P McGivern, this is billed as a neo-noir action thriller, and features tv talent working with cinematic freedom; violence, swearing and sexual content are all very much on 1981 levels, and that’s no bad thing when you’re selling a sweaty, sleazy, no holds barred thriller like this.
Night of the Juggler does not feature any actual juggling, although the villainous kidnapper featured uses the circus skill as a metaphor for all the different things he has to deal with. Played by Cliff Gorman, Gud Soltic is a frustrated real-estate developer who kidnaps a teenage girl to get a ransom and stick it to the city which he feels screwed him over. With authorities paralysed, the girl’s only hope is her father, Sean Boyd, played with taciturn intensity by James Brolin in checked-shirt man-mountain mode. As the father of Thanos, Brolin has got the Mount Rushmore massive-melon look required, and he’s utterly convincing as the driven father desperate to save his kid.
A movie like this stands and falls on the action, and it’s plentiful. Robert Butler’s film kicks off with a 30 minute action scene as Boyd pursues Saltic across Central Park and various Manhattan districts, commandeering cars like a prototype for Grand Theft Auto. With lots of location work, and no Toronto-stand-ins, there’s plenty of smashed cars and innocent bystanders caught up in the hunt, although the following scene, a long discussion on the merits of frozen yoghurt, lets down the momentum somewhat.
Night of the Juggler captures a nasty-ass porno New York which simply doesn’t exist any more; the movie does cast some aspersions as to how the city has been cleaned up, and how moral or legal that process might have been. ‘You love New York…’; Boyd’s wife reminds him, but on this evidence of Manhattan as a living hell on earth, it’s hard to see why. But kinetic energy is what this movie is all about, it’s well-worth recommending as a dark horse, for hard-driving, race and chase action and a big, satisfying denouement. Small roles for Dan Hedeya, Mandy Pateinkin and Richard G Castellano add lustre to the whole experience for hard-core, genre fans. It’s hard to see right now, so enjoy it if you can find it.
Very interesting cast and we can all do with some neo-noir action these days.
I’m a fan of this genre, and they literally do not make them like this any more…
Thanks to everyone who contributed once again with such insight into this film.
You’re very welcome!
James Brolin wasn’t the father of Thamos. Thamos is a fictional King of Egypt, son of Rameses, in a play by Tobias Philipp, baron von Gebler and during 1773 and 1780 Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart wrote incidental operatic music for it. Mr. Brolin is actually the father of Thanos, a fictional genocidal warlord from Titan in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. I know, those despots are easy to get mixed up. And Nope.
Fixed, thanks. Did Ribbet Duvall not play him in something?
Mandy! I’d almost be tempted to try this just to see him. After Princess Bride, the only thing I’ve seen him in was the tv show “Dead Like Me” which I hated.
I’ve got nothing against plaid shirts, per se, but you’ll never catch me wearing one…
He was brilliant as Saul in Homeland.
Even I knew that, he’s good in Yentl too…
Not seen that.
What is Homeland?
An absolutely brilliant TV series about Homeland Security after 9/11.
Ahhh, THAT Homeland (I hadn’t made the “security” connection)
Not to worry, it would probably depress you. Stick with Delta Force!
Always happy to be of service.
What might we catch you doing to one?
What you on about? Doing to one what?
Oops sorry, you meant that for Booky.
I’m keen to find out what he would do to a shirt other than wear it.
Yes I am now too!
Great, we’re all on the same page moving forwards then…
I’m thinking maybe he stuffs them with sheep wool, sews up the openings, and uses them as huggy-cussions.
That was my first thought, but knowing Bookstooge, I think we sews them together into a huge tartan parachute, then jumps off the highest mountain and uses it to float back down to earth….only one way to find out…
I actually threaten small children with them and scare the living daylights out of them! They never eat Lucky Charms again!
Sorry to be disappointing ye, wee lassie….
Good grief you’ve got acquired a Scottish inflection! Ol’10 will be so proud!
Oh no he won’t be. Because I stole his lucky charms 😉
and who can survive without their magically delicious breakfast cereal?
I have no idea what Lucky Charms breakfast stuff is. So it’s not magic, or I would have. But tasting nice is nearly as good I suppose. Enjoy!
Here’s a link:
But in short, it is a children’s sugar cereal that no proper parent would ever feed their child except in place of icecream…
But now you know how Ol’10 watches so many movies!
Ah! We all need our props.
Wut? Pure speculation from a man of monster drinks.
Plaid shirts? Probably using them as a rag to clean my toilet…
What is the problem with them?
They are ugly.
The only time I visited New York it was still a bit nasty-ass and porno. I don’t know if the gentrified/Disneyfied version is better. Probably a nicer place to live, but for movies I prefer the mean streets.
It was substantially cleaned up after you left, not quite sure how you could leave such a lot of mess, but I guess these Leprechaun movies take a toll…I never saw NYC quite as abrasive as this, to be honest, people blasting with shotguns barely draw a crowd…
That’s probably why they never invited me back.
It really was the standard vision of NY at the time. Most movies played up how nasty it was. It was the anti-L.A.
First trip to NYC was about 1992, but there were still vestiges of how deeply horrid it looks here.