The Friends of Eddie Coyle, 1973. Directed by Peter Yates, written by Paul Monash. Starring Robert Mitchum, Peter Boyle, Steven Keats, Richard Jordan, and Alex Rocco.
Weary.
That’s how I would describe Robert Mitchum. Even when he was a maniacal beast, as in Night of the Hunter or Cape Fear, he appeared to be carrying the weight of the world on those massive shoulders of his. Mitchum looked like a man on the wrong side of the law: his eyes watery as if from being hung over or drunk and framed by large bags, his voice barely audible, his shoulders drooping, a look that indicated a thorough disappointment with the world and the people around him. Crime paid in Robert Mitchum’s cinematic world. It just never paid that well.
