Bobby Duvall / Colors (1988)

Robert Duvall has passed. He was someone I always scored the highest of highly. Boo Radley. Tom Hagen. Boss Spearman. Often cast as the mentor figure in Hollywood fare (even before he hit middle age) he elevated cinema acting . Days Of Thunder is a trashy treat. But Duvall’s seen-it-all-before expert raises it up beyond its craven summer blockbuster instincts. He sometimes represented corrupt corporate America in lauded hits like Network and The Conversation (Hell, even to a large extent in The Godfathers) but more often than not he was the sage who had tried the tough stuff and now proffered a little sweetness… a measured restraint… as the alternative to bullying violence. Not that he couldn’t mix things up. Even in his later years the highlight of his appearances was never the whispering grandstanding or scenery chewing. It was when the devil came back to him. He’d rub his hands with glee and marvel at the chaos of the young bucks. A twinkling “Oh, here we go again.” Sometimes he would join in, earned wisdom be damned. Plus his take on Richard Stark’s Parker in the underrated The Outfit holds its own with Lee Marvin, Mel and The Stath. Check out that and The Paper for underrated deep cuts.
Colors (1988)

Dennis Hopper directs Robert Duvall, Sean Penn and Maria Conchita Alonso in this buddy cop drama where a police veteran and his rookie partner try to navigate Los Angeles gang violence.
We chose this as our In Memoriam evening viewing. It is a quintessential Duvall role. The Merlin / Obi Wan to a reckless thug we are supposed to see as the hero. While Penn’s preening dickhead wobbles between aggression and all out assault, Duvall preaches and exemplifies community spirit. Engagement. Fairness. So obviously, they clash. The film itself was cutting edge in its day but now feels like a camp relic. The Cripps and the Bloods plus the non racist mixed gang are unlikely caricatures… “Homes!” The movie is wildly uneven delivering action, drama, exploitation and even lighthearted comedy in spunky measures. All quite effectively but never gelling. Ice-T raps the theme song, Herbie Hancock delivers a zany jazz score. Closer in intent to The New Centurions than either Boyz N The Hood or Lethal Weapon. The casting and the unpredictable energy filmed out on those streets now keep this one alive past its sell by date.
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