Saw In the Heat of the Night, the 1967 Academy Award Winner for Best Motion Picture, for the first time tonight. Am embarrassed to admit that it took me this long, but somehow I managed to miss the memo that it may be one of the best movies ever made.
Pitch perfect every step of the way.
Each shot is so luscious in its composition that I couldn't bear to take my eyes off the screen. Each plot point is essential, of course, in the unraveling of the mystery, which the script unravels so brilliantly, but it's the performance of the actors that makes the movie unforgettable. The intensity of their engagement, the depth of their character portrayals. Sweet god in heaven why don't they make movies like this anymore?
If you've never seen it, see it soon. If you've already seen it, see it again.
And if you don't want to know anything about it before you watch it DON'T WATCH THE TRAILER.
Although I really must share with you that it's true what they say: They call him Mr. Tibbs.
Go see what I mean »
And then go download Quincy Jones' soundtrack and play it with the windows rolled down as you drive slow through the swelter of the summer night.
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