“Robert Altman’s antiheroic rewrite of Raymond Chandler. Elliott Gould plays Marlowe as a chain-smoking nebbish—an innocent child of the 40s set down in what Altman sees (problematically) as the grown-up, shades-of-gray world of the 70s. The film is so inventive in its situations and humor that its shortcomings—the blunt ideas at its core—don’t become apparent before several viewings. Somewhere deep down inside, there’s a screenplay by Leigh Brackett (The Big Sleep, Rio Bravo); Altman has lost it in his improvisation, but it does give this 1973 film a firm, classical shape that eludes his other work.”
I was coming back from the TIFF Bell Lightbox bathroom as I saw Martin Scorsese in the hallway waiting to intro Sergei Parajanov's "The Color of Pomegranates", which I was about to see. I knew I had 5 seconds as he was surrounded by security and festival volunteers. So I walked right up to him and my mind went blank.