Director Don Siegel followed up his mega-hit "Dirty Harry" with "Charley Varrick." "Dirty Harry" was about a cop (Clint Eastwood.) "Charley Varrick" is about a robber (Walter Matthau.) "Dirty Harry" puts Westerner Eastwood in big city San Francisco. "Charley Varrick" puts Easterner Walter Matthau in back country New Mexico (with a side-trip to high desert Reno.) "Dirty Harry" was a hit. "Charley Varrick" was not -- perhaps because, despite Matthau's deadpan charm as Varrick, he is a robber whose gang kills cops and "Dirty Harry" had been dedicated to officers dead in the line of duty. Siegel was returning to tough crime territory, with Varrick the most likeable and centered of crooks in a movie filled with them. Varrick finds himself in trouble when his heist of a tiny backwater bank nets big money -- Mafia money. In "Dirty Harry," Eastwood chases a killer. In "Charley Varrick," a killer chases Matthau: Joe Don Baker's implacable pipe-smoking hit man. The fun comes from watching Matthau's brain pitted against Baker's brawn, with plenty of twists as Matthau tries to escape certain death. The charismatic Matthau plays it straight here, and plays almost his entire part by chewing gum and silently thinking about what to do next. A perfectly made, tight thriller, with a great ending. Watch for the single-take scene between mobsters as a shadow fills the cow pasture in which they talk. And Matthau beds a beautiful woman played by Felicia Farr -- wife of Matthau pal Jack Lemmon. This is one of those movies that makes me miss Matthau.
Review of Charley Varrick
