There once was a gang called the Man-Eaters /
They rode on one- and two-seaters /
It's easy to tell, they liked to raise hell /
and in cutting off heads they're the leaders
Thats the Road Runner, fastest bird in the world they say. I figure hes at least the fastest in these parts. Hes got a speed so quick you cant really take its measure.
Whos that mangy feller chasin after him.
Thats The Coyote. Some people think hes tryin to eat the bird, but Ive always believed hes just chasin him on account of hes runnin. The Runner'll always run, so The Coyote'll always be chasin him.
Thats a nice thought.
I dont know if its nice, but its a thought.
Grown-up stuff, I can't help but think of what George Costanza said about adultery ("That's so adult. It's like with stockings, and martinis, and William Holden"), and reminded me of a certain other Paramount Picture from a couple decades later in the way it bounces from verite realism to heavily stylized Sven Nykvist-like shots on a dime, sumptuous and hard-boiled all at once.
This is unmistakably COP SHIT, the text prologue professing the cooperation of the US Treasury and the Secret Service is almost redundant in the face of these flawless fighters of crime, it reminds me of those movies Warner Bros made to fill the gangster market after the production code people decided glorifying criminals wasn't cool anymore. And yet, this movie commits the biggest crime of them all: Removing Lloyd Bridges from the action before the climax unfolds, never to be seen again.
When I was 17 or 18 I was eating lunch at this place called New York Subs (now closed) and I ordered my sandwich and sat down in front of this man (who I later learned was my parents' dentist, incidentally) who was by himself waiting on his food. When the waitress came by to bring him his order, I heard her ask him about the crossword puzzle he was doing. "Yeah, I find it's a lot easier to do…