My 4 year old granddaughter loves this movie. We had an old copy on VHS that she used to watch. When that got broken, I told her I'd find another just for her. When she's at my house, she has to watch the WIZ. She dances and sings along with every song.
I have already shown the movie to three small groups. The movie still packs a \"wallop\" in regard to character studies of the twelve jurors and how each personality affects the verdict in the trial.
It's hard to do anything in court that hasn't been done before. It's a static situation, and points are scored in tiny increments. No big witness-stand breakdowns, no tearful confessions. Thus, boredom creeps in.
Enjoyable and even exciting at the start, Dog Day Afternoon degenerates into frustration and tedium toward nightfall -- an experience no less painful for the audience than for the actors.
One of Sidney Lumet's best jobs of directing and one of Al Pacino's best performances (as a bisexual bank robber) come together in a populist thriller with lots of New York juice
Too bad they had to modernize this movie. The play was so spectaular but this movie falls far short of the great material they had to work with. It left a bitter taste in my mouth. Bad! Bad! Bad!
The movie's title comes from the Irish toast, 'May you be in Heaven half an hour before the Devil knows you're dead.' Unfortunately, everyone in the film is running about 35 minutes late.
Fearless, funny and frank television satire that doesn't take any prisoners. Writing, performances and direction are all bang on and Finch cooks on gas throughout.
The plot that Paddy Chayefsky has concocted to prove this point is so crazily preposterous that even in post-Watergate America -- where we know that bats can get loose in the corridors of power -- it is just impossible to accept.