'70's tough guy films were just that. Tough guys in tough neighbourhoods shooting the wrong guys. Lee Marvin is one of those charismatically understated cool guys who you just have to watch.
Prime Cut is one of my all-time guilty pleasures. Compact in length, full of invention and visual quirkiness. But, largely, set on a farm, with an agricultural show going on?
Very loosely, it follows many drug/crime/revenge thrillers but behind the greenhouses of that almost other side of US life; agriculture. That staple of American institutions - food! Honest, wholesome, natural. We're not talking about hill-billies eating their own young and such stuff, but an almost believable organised vice crime behind an unlikely front.
OK, I'm biased, having being brought up on a farm, where the sort of death by invention that transferred so well in Terminator etc goes beyond even my imagination. And, I've never seen a combine harvester do what it does here (enough said).
What makes it far more than a near horror flick is the human story, turning the action into a far deeper experience. I couldn't help falling for Sissy Spacek whose dreamy narcosis harks back to 1960's Peace & Love but the seedy intonations are far more creepy. As rich men looking for sex have always done, morals fly out of the window. To me, also, Marvin mirrors Michael Caine in another favourite of mine, "Get Carter", which turns from a routine revenge-for-killing into something far more personable and, almost, touching. Then, full scale, cat and mouse revenge!
At times, it does seem a bit chauvinistic but that "was" US crime thrillers of the '70s. The multicoloured suits, hairstyles and gas guzzlers all luridly illuminated by an offbeat directing talent with a refreshingly different backdrop will, as it did me for many years, remain in the memory long after the forgettable title did.