Black Sunday (1977)
(On Cable TV, October 2021) I don’t normally like the grittiness of 1970s filmmaking, but sometimes it’s just the right thing for the film, and so Black Sunday is a pretty good example of form following function. A type of thriller that has been gradually abandoned by Hollywood, it adapts the Thomas Harris novel (yes, that Thomas Harris) into an efficient thriller. Thick in mid-1970s politics, it features Palestinian terrorist groups allying themselves with a troubled Vietnam veteran to hatch a dastardly plot to kill as many people as possible at the Super Bowl. Unusually enough, the production features a copious amount of footage shot at the 1976 Super Bowl itself, with main characters looking at the crowds from the sidelines of the game, inspecting the stadium for signs of danger, or even running behind the end field to react to a sudden discovery. This helps a lot in ensuring the credibility of the thrills—as do the lavish aerial sequences. At a time when action filmmaking usually had to satisfy themselves with approximations, Black Sunday almost gets it right throughout—the exception being the crash of the Goodyear blimp into the stadium (not a spoiler, given that it’s the image used for the cover of the book and the movie poster), which suddenly degenerates into a blurry frantic mix of close-up shots and panicking crowds. (The production history of the film makes for interesting reading.) As much as I like Black Sunday when it works, I do wish it was shorter—there’s a lot of pointless throat-clearing in its first hour, and the action climax is easily a few minutes too long for its own good. Robert Shaw and Bruce Dern are fine as (respectively) the Mossad agent and the American terrorist battling it out, but Marthe Keller is not my picture of the beautiful operative that the film keeps identifying as the near-magical influence on the American renegade. Director John Frankenheimer was, at that point in his career, a veteran of big-ticket thrillers and that experience shows in the film at its best. It clearly fits within the disaster film trend of the 1970s, and still works remarkably well today. I’m not saying that Black Sunday should be remade with modern pacing and CGI spectacle… but I’ve seen worse ideas.