{"id":52,"date":"2008-02-27T09:34:56","date_gmt":"2008-02-27T16:34:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/2008\/02\/27\/the-only-time-any-man-ever-looked-cool-in-a-cardigan\/"},"modified":"2008-02-27T09:50:34","modified_gmt":"2008-02-27T16:50:34","slug":"the-only-time-any-man-ever-looked-cool-in-a-cardigan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/2008\/02\/27\/the-only-time-any-man-ever-looked-cool-in-a-cardigan\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;The Only Time Any Man Ever Looked Cool In A Cardigan&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>By Dan Neil, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.latimes.com\/features\/la-hy-neil27feb27,0,4832298.story?track=ntothtml\" title=\"LA Times full story\" target=\"_blank\">Los Angeles Times<\/a> Staff Writer<br \/>\nFebruary 27, 2008<\/em><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/course1.winona.edu\/pjohnson\/h140\/studentsf01\/bullitt\/default_files\/Bullitt%20Poster2.jpg\" alt=\"Steve McQueen as Frank Bullitt\" align=\"left\" height=\"300\" hspace=\"10\" width=\"230\" \/>Not to go all Pauline Kael on you, but &#8220;Bullitt&#8221; &#8212; the 1968 crime drama starring a Ford Mustang GT390 and some guy named Steve McQueen &#8212; is a fairly tedious bit of Aquarian cinema: the chicka-chicka-waah soundtrack, the inscrutable plot, the anaerobic dullness of every second that McQueen is off-camera.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Bullitt&#8221; scrabbles to its minor footnote status in film history on two counts. The first: It marks the only time any man ever looked cool in a cardigan &#8212; McQueen should have gotten the academy&#8217;s knitwear award. The second is the movie&#8217;s remarkable seven-minute chase scene, with real cars (the Mustang and a black Dodge Charger), real drivers and real stunts, no special effects. The only blue screen in this movie is the perpetual scrim of cigarette smoke.<\/p>\n<p>McQueen &#8212; who would have turned 78 this March &#8212; made some fine movies, and some of his movies have great car action in them, but rarely, if ever, do the two qualities overlap. McQueen&#8217;s magnum opus, &#8220;Le Mans,&#8221; is about as strange a movie as can be found. The dialogue, such as it is, could be transcribed onto an index card. The plot is somewhere between furtive and nonexistent. It&#8217;s like Samuel Beckett at 200 mph. And yet, it&#8217;s a completely captivating document about endurance racing at its most glamorous. If you know what a Porsche 917 or a Ferrari 512M is, then odds are &#8220;Le Mans&#8221; is one of your all-time favorite films. Only please, don&#8217;t sit next to me on a plane.<\/p>\n<table align=\"right\" width=\"323\">\n<tr>\n<td><object height=\"267\" width=\"319\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/GMc2RdFuOxI&amp;rel=1\"><\/param><param name=\"wmode\" value=\"transparent\"><\/param><embed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/GMc2RdFuOxI&amp;rel=1\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" wmode=\"transparent\" height=\"267\" width=\"319\"><\/embed><\/object><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<p>Personally and professionally, I try very hard to separate Steve McQueen the actor &#8212; who was never better than in &#8220;Papillon&#8221; &#8212; and McQueen the motorsports idol, the patron saint of petrol, the king of cool, the hero to millions of gray-heads lost in an automotive time warp. Give me a break. I have no doubt that McQueen was a very hip cat. He smoked weed. He drove a Jaguar SS. He absolutely rocked a black turtleneck in a way Tom Cruise could never hope to.<\/p>\n<p>[ <a href=\"http:\/\/www.latimes.com\/features\/la-hy-neil27feb27,0,4832298.story?track=ntothtml\" title=\"Tho the rest is mostly car talk\" target=\"_blank\">click to read full LA Times article<\/a> ]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Dan Neil, Los Angeles Times Staff Writer February 27, 2008 Not to go all Pauline Kael on you, but &#8220;Bullitt&#8221; &#8212; the 1968 crime drama starring a Ford Mustang GT390 and some guy named Steve McQueen &#8212; is a fairly tedious bit of Aquarian cinema: the chicka-chicka-waah soundtrack, the inscrutable plot, the anaerobic dullness [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":26,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-52","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-culture-art"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/26"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=52"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=52"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=52"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=52"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}