I love high-definition playback. I love the added video resolution that makes detail and object delineation and even colors stand out more distinctly, and I love the added clarity and impact of the audio. I'd love to see every movie reissued in high definition, yet I have to admit that I would have my priorities about the order in which they were released. I mean, for example, a movie about a bunch of people mostly talking inside a bank, a movie with one rather mundane setting and a monaural soundtrack, would not be among my first choices, no matter how good the movie was. This is not to say that "Dog Day Afternoon" doesn't benefit from the improved video and audio that HD-DVD affords it, but that I can think of, oh, maybe several hundred other films I would rather have seen come out in high definition before this one. Nevertheless, we have what we have, and it's quite good.
There was a time before Al Pacino began playing practically the same character that he was more than willing to take chances. Certainly, playing the role of Sonny Wortzik, a fumbling, bisexual bank robber in "Dog Day Afternoon," was a gutsy move after his breakthrough performances in the first two "Godfather" movies and "Serpico." So gutsy a move and so good an acting job, it earned him a Oscar nomination. He probably would have won it, too, if it hadn't been for Jack Nicholson in "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest."
The preface to the 1975 movie about Sonny's experience says, "What you are about to see is true--- It happened in Brooklyn, New York on August 22, 1972." What the preface might have said is that what you are about to see is almost too good to be true. Sonny and two accomplices tried to stick up a Brooklyn bank that hot afternoon, and everything that could have possibly gone wrong went wrong. The results are dramatic, seemingly spontaneous, tension filled, and, until the very end, often very amusing.
Director Sidney Lumet ("12 Angry Men," "The Pawnbroker," "Fail-Safe," "Serpico," "Murder on the Orient Express," "Network," "The Verdict") and screenwriter Frank Pierson ("Cat Ballou," "Cool Hand Luke") couldn't have wanted a better story. The movie practically wrote itself, nudged along by the sometimes improvisational style of Pacino and the cast of pros.
It begins on an ordinary summer day, a leisurely montage of New York location shots establishing the mood. Then, Sonny and two accomplices enter the First Brooklyn Savings Bank at 2:57 p.m., just minutes before closing. From that point on, what should have been a ten-minute bank robbery becomes a terribly bungled, fourteen-hour siege, funny yet frightening for its having actually taken place.
Some days, nothing goes right. Ask Sonny.
Pacino's Sonny Wortzik is the leader of the team, but he's not the cool, calm, calculating Michael Corleone or the daring undercover cop Serpico that audiences might have expected. He's a bundle of nerves, an essentially nice guy driven to distraction by his disordered personal life, his recent unemployment, his wife and two children, and his boyfriend with whom he has recently "wed." He needs the money from the bank job to finance a sex-change operation for the boyfriend. If that isn't bizarre enough, just wait until Sonny and his buddies pull out their guns. Inside the bank Sonny and Sal take nine employees hostage, only to find out there is almost no money in the bank. Sonny cannot believe his bad luck. Then, to his horror, he no sooner gets this news than he discovers the police are on to them. Within minutes the bank is surrounded by hundreds of cops, SWAT teams, helicopters, crowds of people, the press, and, before long, national television crews and cameras. The robbery becomes a major media event.
Sonny's younger accomplice Stevie (Gary Springer), decides thirty seconds into the operation that he can't go through with it and flees. Sonny has to plead with him not to take the getaway car. "But how will I get home?" asks Stevie. "Take the subway," says Sonny.
The second and more important accomplice is the aforementioned Sal (played by John Cazale, who worked with Pacino on both of the first "Godfather" pictures as the brother, Fredo). Sal is a morose ex-con, incapable of making his own decisions, who freezes up in shock as things go from bad to worse, and he practically turns into a zombie. His character is amazingly dumb, but it gets him one of the best lines in the show. When it looks as if the only way for the robbers to extricate themselves from the situation is to demand a jet plane out of the country, Sonny asks Sal, "Is there any special country you want to go to?" Sal replies in a perfect deadpan, "Wyoming." Sonny has to explain to him that Wyoming is not a country. Interestingly, the director says on the commentary track that Cazale's line was improvised, which is why Pacino is momentarily taken aback by it. It's a wonderful moment for both actors.
The movie's material is slight. We witness the siege outside the bank; we watch in amusement the developments inside the bank, and that's about it until everything comes to a crashing halt. Yet director Lumet does it up with such precision, with such a sense of reality and sensitivity and appeal, that one's attention is riveted for almost the entire two hours running time. Admittedly, there are a couple of soft spots in the middle and toward the end where the action drags just a tad, but it's not much. Moreover, the location shooting in and around Brooklyn and Queens lends an authenticity to the proceedings. For much of the time, it feels like we're not so much watching a recreation of the real-life events as we are watching the real-life events themselves.
Sonny is a bum and something of an idiot for what he's doing, but he gains the sympathy of the crowds outside the bank and the audience watching the movie. He is, as I mentioned before, essentially a nice guy. He announces to the bank employees after pulling out his gun, "I'm a Catholic; I don't want to hurt anybody." Apparently, it's OK for a Catholic to rob banks, so long as nobody gets hurt. Before locking the hostages in the vault, he allows them to go to the bathroom. When he steps out of the bank to confer with the police, he shouts "Attica, Attica, Attica," a reference to the Attica Prison riots of a year or so before in which the police killed innocent bystanders along with the rioters. The crowd supports him and cheers him on. Sonny becomes a celebrity in their midst because he's one of their own, and the press come to love him equally. One reporter asks him, "Why are you robbing banks?" Sonny responds in an appropriate Willie Sutton style, "Why? Because they got the money here." Even the hostages begin feeling like celebrities, especially when the press start calling the bank and asking for interviews.
The cast is small but couldn't be bettered. Pacino and Cazale play wonderfully off one another, Pacino's character frantic, Cazale's frozen. Charles Durning plays the frazzled police officer, Det. Sgt. Moretti, heading up the blockade. James Broderick plays the FBI agent, Sheldon, sent to oversee activities and eventually take charge. Chris Sarandon plays the boyfriend, Leon Shermer, recently hospitalized for what doctors diagnose as a psychiatric condition. And look for Lance Henriksen in his first screen role playing an FBI driver at the end of the film.
There was a time before Al Pacino began playing practically the same character that he was more than willing to take chances. Certainly, playing the role of Sonny Wortzik, a fumbling, bisexual bank robber in "Dog Day Afternoon," was a gutsy move after his breakthrough performances in the first two "Godfather" movies and "Serpico." So gutsy a move and so good an acting job, it earned him a Oscar nomination. He probably would have won it, too, if it hadn't been for Jack Nicholson in "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest."
The preface to the 1975 movie about Sonny's experience says, "What you are about to see is true--- It happened in Brooklyn, New York on August 22, 1972." What the preface might have said is that what you are about to see is almost too good to be true. Sonny and two accomplices tried to stick up a Brooklyn bank that hot afternoon, and everything that could have possibly gone wrong went wrong. The results are dramatic, seemingly spontaneous, tension filled, and, until the very end, often very amusing.
Director Sidney Lumet ("12 Angry Men," "The Pawnbroker," "Fail-Safe," "Serpico," "Murder on the Orient Express," "Network," "The Verdict") and screenwriter Frank Pierson ("Cat Ballou," "Cool Hand Luke") couldn't have wanted a better story. The movie practically wrote itself, nudged along by the sometimes improvisational style of Pacino and the cast of pros.
It begins on an ordinary summer day, a leisurely montage of New York location shots establishing the mood. Then, Sonny and two accomplices enter the First Brooklyn Savings Bank at 2:57 p.m., just minutes before closing. From that point on, what should have been a ten-minute bank robbery becomes a terribly bungled, fourteen-hour siege, funny yet frightening for its having actually taken place.
Some days, nothing goes right. Ask Sonny.
Pacino's Sonny Wortzik is the leader of the team, but he's not the cool, calm, calculating Michael Corleone or the daring undercover cop Serpico that audiences might have expected. He's a bundle of nerves, an essentially nice guy driven to distraction by his disordered personal life, his recent unemployment, his wife and two children, and his boyfriend with whom he has recently "wed." He needs the money from the bank job to finance a sex-change operation for the boyfriend. If that isn't bizarre enough, just wait until Sonny and his buddies pull out their guns. Inside the bank Sonny and Sal take nine employees hostage, only to find out there is almost no money in the bank. Sonny cannot believe his bad luck. Then, to his horror, he no sooner gets this news than he discovers the police are on to them. Within minutes the bank is surrounded by hundreds of cops, SWAT teams, helicopters, crowds of people, the press, and, before long, national television crews and cameras. The robbery becomes a major media event.
Sonny's younger accomplice Stevie (Gary Springer), decides thirty seconds into the operation that he can't go through with it and flees. Sonny has to plead with him not to take the getaway car. "But how will I get home?" asks Stevie. "Take the subway," says Sonny.
The second and more important accomplice is the aforementioned Sal (played by John Cazale, who worked with Pacino on both of the first "Godfather" pictures as the brother, Fredo). Sal is a morose ex-con, incapable of making his own decisions, who freezes up in shock as things go from bad to worse, and he practically turns into a zombie. His character is amazingly dumb, but it gets him one of the best lines in the show. When it looks as if the only way for the robbers to extricate themselves from the situation is to demand a jet plane out of the country, Sonny asks Sal, "Is there any special country you want to go to?" Sal replies in a perfect deadpan, "Wyoming." Sonny has to explain to him that Wyoming is not a country. Interestingly, the director says on the commentary track that Cazale's line was improvised, which is why Pacino is momentarily taken aback by it. It's a wonderful moment for both actors.
The movie's material is slight. We witness the siege outside the bank; we watch in amusement the developments inside the bank, and that's about it until everything comes to a crashing halt. Yet director Lumet does it up with such precision, with such a sense of reality and sensitivity and appeal, that one's attention is riveted for almost the entire two hours running time. Admittedly, there are a couple of soft spots in the middle and toward the end where the action drags just a tad, but it's not much. Moreover, the location shooting in and around Brooklyn and Queens lends an authenticity to the proceedings. For much of the time, it feels like we're not so much watching a recreation of the real-life events as we are watching the real-life events themselves.
Sonny is a bum and something of an idiot for what he's doing, but he gains the sympathy of the crowds outside the bank and the audience watching the movie. He is, as I mentioned before, essentially a nice guy. He announces to the bank employees after pulling out his gun, "I'm a Catholic; I don't want to hurt anybody." Apparently, it's OK for a Catholic to rob banks, so long as nobody gets hurt. Before locking the hostages in the vault, he allows them to go to the bathroom. When he steps out of the bank to confer with the police, he shouts "Attica, Attica, Attica," a reference to the Attica Prison riots of a year or so before in which the police killed innocent bystanders along with the rioters. The crowd supports him and cheers him on. Sonny becomes a celebrity in their midst because he's one of their own, and the press come to love him equally. One reporter asks him, "Why are you robbing banks?" Sonny responds in an appropriate Willie Sutton style, "Why? Because they got the money here." Even the hostages begin feeling like celebrities, especially when the press start calling the bank and asking for interviews.
The cast is small but couldn't be bettered. Pacino and Cazale play wonderfully off one another, Pacino's character frantic, Cazale's frozen. Charles Durning plays the frazzled police officer, Det. Sgt. Moretti, heading up the blockade. James Broderick plays the FBI agent, Sheldon, sent to oversee activities and eventually take charge. Chris Sarandon plays the boyfriend, Leon Shermer, recently hospitalized for what doctors diagnose as a psychiatric condition. And look for Lance Henriksen in his first screen role playing an FBI driver at the end of the film.
I love high-definition playback. I love the added video resolution that makes detail and object delineation and even colors stand out more distinctly, and I love the added clarity and impact of the audio. I'd love to see every movie reissued in high definition, yet I have to admit that I would have my priorities about the order in which they were released. I mean, for example, a movie about a bunch of people mostly talking inside a bank, a movie with one rather mundane setting and a monaural soundtrack, would not be among my first choices, no matter how good the movie was. This is not to say that "Dog Day Afternoon" doesn't benefit from the improved video and audio that HD-DVD affords it, but that I can think of, oh, maybe several hundred other films I would rather have seen come out in high definition before this one. Nevertheless, we have what we have, and it's quite good.
There was a time before Al Pacino began playing practically the same character that he was more than willing to take chances. Certainly, playing the role of Sonny Wortzik, a fumbling, bisexual bank robber in "Dog Day Afternoon," was a gutsy move after his breakthrough performances in the first two "Godfather" movies and "Serpico." So gutsy a move and so good an acting job, it earned him a Oscar nomination. He probably would have won it, too, if it hadn't been for Jack Nicholson in "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest."
The preface to the 1975 movie about Sonny's experience says, "What you are about to see is true--- It happened in Brooklyn, New York on August 22, 1972." What the preface might have said is that what you are about to see is almost too good to be true. Sonny and two accomplices tried to stick up a Brooklyn bank that hot afternoon, and everything that could have possibly gone wrong went wrong. The results are dramatic, seemingly spontaneous, tension filled, and, until the very end, often very amusing.
Director Sidney Lumet ("12 Angry Men," "The Pawnbroker," "Fail-Safe," "Serpico," "Murder on the Orient Express," "Network," "The Verdict") and screenwriter Frank Pierson ("Cat Ballou," "Cool Hand Luke") couldn't have wanted a better story. The movie practically wrote itself, nudged along by the sometimes improvisational style of Pacino and the cast of pros.
It begins on an ordinary summer day, a leisurely montage of New York location shots establishing the mood. Then, Sonny and two accomplices enter the First Brooklyn Savings Bank at 2:57 p.m., just minutes before closing. From that point on, what should have been a ten-minute bank robbery becomes a terribly bungled, fourteen-hour siege, funny yet frightening for its having actually taken place.
Some days, nothing goes right. Ask Sonny.
Pacino's Sonny Wortzik is the leader of the team, but he's not the cool, calm, calculating Michael Corleone or the daring undercover cop Serpico that audiences might have expected. He's a bundle of nerves, an essentially nice guy driven to distraction by his disordered personal life, his recent unemployment, his wife and two children, and his boyfriend with whom he has recently "wed." He needs the money from the bank job to finance a sex-change operation for the boyfriend. If that isn't bizarre enough, just wait until Sonny and his buddies pull out their guns. Inside the bank Sonny and Sal take nine employees hostage, only to find out there is almost no money in the bank. Sonny cannot believe his bad luck. Then, to his horror, he no sooner gets this news than he discovers the police are on to them. Within minutes the bank is surrounded by hundreds of cops, SWAT teams, helicopters, crowds of people, the press, and, before long, national television crews and cameras. The robbery becomes a major media event.
Sonny's younger accomplice Stevie (Gary Springer), decides thirty seconds into the operation that he can't go through with it and flees. Sonny has to plead with him not to take the getaway car. "But how will I get home?" asks Stevie. "Take the subway," says Sonny.
The second and more important accomplice is the aforementioned Sal (played by John Cazale, who worked with Pacino on both of the first "Godfather" pictures as the brother, Fredo). Sal is a morose ex-con, incapable of making his own decisions, who freezes up in shock as things go from bad to worse, and he practically turns into a zombie. His character is amazingly dumb, but it gets him one of the best lines in the show. When it looks as if the only way for the robbers to extricate themselves from the situation is to demand a jet plane out of the country, Sonny asks Sal, "Is there any special country you want to go to?" Sal replies in a perfect deadpan, "Wyoming." Sonny has to explain to him that Wyoming is not a country. Interestingly, the director says on the commentary track that Cazale's line was improvised, which is why Pacino is momentarily taken aback by it. It's a wonderful moment for both actors.
The movie's material is slight. We witness the siege outside the bank; we watch in amusement the developments inside the bank, and that's about it until everything comes to a crashing halt. Yet director Lumet does it up with such precision, with such a sense of reality and sensitivity and appeal, that one's attention is riveted for almost the entire two hours running time. Admittedly, there are a couple of soft spots in the middle and toward the end where the action drags just a tad, but it's not much. Moreover, the location shooting in and around Brooklyn and Queens lends an authenticity to the proceedings. For much of the time, it feels like we're not so much watching a recreation of the real-life events as we are watching the real-life events themselves.
Sonny is a bum and something of an idiot for what he's doing, but he gains the sympathy of the crowds outside the bank and the audience watching the movie. He is, as I mentioned before, essentially a nice guy. He announces to the bank employees after pulling out his gun, "I'm a Catholic; I don't want to hurt anybody." Apparently, it's OK for a Catholic to rob banks, so long as nobody gets hurt. Before locking the hostages in the vault, he allows them to go to the bathroom. When he steps out of the bank to confer with the police, he shouts "Attica, Attica, Attica," a reference to the Attica Prison riots of a year or so before in which the police killed innocent bystanders along with the rioters. The crowd supports him and cheers him on. Sonny becomes a celebrity in their midst because he's one of their own, and the press come to love him equally. One reporter asks him, "Why are you robbing banks?" Sonny responds in an appropriate Willie Sutton style, "Why? Because they got the money here." Even the hostages begin feeling like celebrities, especially when the press start calling the bank and asking for interviews.
The cast is small but couldn't be bettered. Pacino and Cazale play wonderfully off one another, Pacino's character frantic, Cazale's frozen. Charles Durning plays the frazzled police officer, Det. Sgt. Moretti, heading up the blockade. James Broderick plays the FBI agent, Sheldon, sent to oversee activities and eventually take charge. Chris Sarandon plays the boyfriend, Leon Shermer, recently hospitalized for what doctors diagnose as a psychiatric condition. And look for Lance Henriksen in his first screen role playing an FBI driver at the end of the film.
There was a time before Al Pacino began playing practically the same character that he was more than willing to take chances. Certainly, playing the role of Sonny Wortzik, a fumbling, bisexual bank robber in "Dog Day Afternoon," was a gutsy move after his breakthrough performances in the first two "Godfather" movies and "Serpico." So gutsy a move and so good an acting job, it earned him a Oscar nomination. He probably would have won it, too, if it hadn't been for Jack Nicholson in "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest."
The preface to the 1975 movie about Sonny's experience says, "What you are about to see is true--- It happened in Brooklyn, New York on August 22, 1972." What the preface might have said is that what you are about to see is almost too good to be true. Sonny and two accomplices tried to stick up a Brooklyn bank that hot afternoon, and everything that could have possibly gone wrong went wrong. The results are dramatic, seemingly spontaneous, tension filled, and, until the very end, often very amusing.
Director Sidney Lumet ("12 Angry Men," "The Pawnbroker," "Fail-Safe," "Serpico," "Murder on the Orient Express," "Network," "The Verdict") and screenwriter Frank Pierson ("Cat Ballou," "Cool Hand Luke") couldn't have wanted a better story. The movie practically wrote itself, nudged along by the sometimes improvisational style of Pacino and the cast of pros.
It begins on an ordinary summer day, a leisurely montage of New York location shots establishing the mood. Then, Sonny and two accomplices enter the First Brooklyn Savings Bank at 2:57 p.m., just minutes before closing. From that point on, what should have been a ten-minute bank robbery becomes a terribly bungled, fourteen-hour siege, funny yet frightening for its having actually taken place.
Some days, nothing goes right. Ask Sonny.
Pacino's Sonny Wortzik is the leader of the team, but he's not the cool, calm, calculating Michael Corleone or the daring undercover cop Serpico that audiences might have expected. He's a bundle of nerves, an essentially nice guy driven to distraction by his disordered personal life, his recent unemployment, his wife and two children, and his boyfriend with whom he has recently "wed." He needs the money from the bank job to finance a sex-change operation for the boyfriend. If that isn't bizarre enough, just wait until Sonny and his buddies pull out their guns. Inside the bank Sonny and Sal take nine employees hostage, only to find out there is almost no money in the bank. Sonny cannot believe his bad luck. Then, to his horror, he no sooner gets this news than he discovers the police are on to them. Within minutes the bank is surrounded by hundreds of cops, SWAT teams, helicopters, crowds of people, the press, and, before long, national television crews and cameras. The robbery becomes a major media event.
Sonny's younger accomplice Stevie (Gary Springer), decides thirty seconds into the operation that he can't go through with it and flees. Sonny has to plead with him not to take the getaway car. "But how will I get home?" asks Stevie. "Take the subway," says Sonny.
The second and more important accomplice is the aforementioned Sal (played by John Cazale, who worked with Pacino on both of the first "Godfather" pictures as the brother, Fredo). Sal is a morose ex-con, incapable of making his own decisions, who freezes up in shock as things go from bad to worse, and he practically turns into a zombie. His character is amazingly dumb, but it gets him one of the best lines in the show. When it looks as if the only way for the robbers to extricate themselves from the situation is to demand a jet plane out of the country, Sonny asks Sal, "Is there any special country you want to go to?" Sal replies in a perfect deadpan, "Wyoming." Sonny has to explain to him that Wyoming is not a country. Interestingly, the director says on the commentary track that Cazale's line was improvised, which is why Pacino is momentarily taken aback by it. It's a wonderful moment for both actors.
The movie's material is slight. We witness the siege outside the bank; we watch in amusement the developments inside the bank, and that's about it until everything comes to a crashing halt. Yet director Lumet does it up with such precision, with such a sense of reality and sensitivity and appeal, that one's attention is riveted for almost the entire two hours running time. Admittedly, there are a couple of soft spots in the middle and toward the end where the action drags just a tad, but it's not much. Moreover, the location shooting in and around Brooklyn and Queens lends an authenticity to the proceedings. For much of the time, it feels like we're not so much watching a recreation of the real-life events as we are watching the real-life events themselves.
Sonny is a bum and something of an idiot for what he's doing, but he gains the sympathy of the crowds outside the bank and the audience watching the movie. He is, as I mentioned before, essentially a nice guy. He announces to the bank employees after pulling out his gun, "I'm a Catholic; I don't want to hurt anybody." Apparently, it's OK for a Catholic to rob banks, so long as nobody gets hurt. Before locking the hostages in the vault, he allows them to go to the bathroom. When he steps out of the bank to confer with the police, he shouts "Attica, Attica, Attica," a reference to the Attica Prison riots of a year or so before in which the police killed innocent bystanders along with the rioters. The crowd supports him and cheers him on. Sonny becomes a celebrity in their midst because he's one of their own, and the press come to love him equally. One reporter asks him, "Why are you robbing banks?" Sonny responds in an appropriate Willie Sutton style, "Why? Because they got the money here." Even the hostages begin feeling like celebrities, especially when the press start calling the bank and asking for interviews.
The cast is small but couldn't be bettered. Pacino and Cazale play wonderfully off one another, Pacino's character frantic, Cazale's frozen. Charles Durning plays the frazzled police officer, Det. Sgt. Moretti, heading up the blockade. James Broderick plays the FBI agent, Sheldon, sent to oversee activities and eventually take charge. Chris Sarandon plays the boyfriend, Leon Shermer, recently hospitalized for what doctors diagnose as a psychiatric condition. And look for Lance Henriksen in his first screen role playing an FBI driver at the end of the film.
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