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Night of the Juggler

A gritty, raucous run through 1980 New York.

One ball goes up in the air: it’s grimy, gritty New York City. A second ball joins it: it’s High and Low. A third ball: hot dogs. Now we’re juggling.

Sad-eyed, bearded, ferocious James Brolin stars as Sean Boyd, a divorced dad who wants to make his daughter’s birthday special. (The plan, in case you were wondering, is a hot dog breakfast in bed, followed by the ballet.) But he doesn’t count on kidnapper Gus Soltic (Cliff Gorman)—who also, to be fair, doesn’t count on him.

Soltic wanted to abduct the daughter of a wealthy developer, a man he loathes with a furious intensity: he’s the symbol of all Soltic’s rage about being wronged by an exploitative socioeconomic system … and the mere presence of people of color. (“You had me going there for the first part. The second half, it kinda threw me.”) But he grabs the wrong girl, though he doesn’t know it. Cycling unpredictably between vicious outbursts and emotionally needy grasping means Soltic is exactly who you don’t want getting all cozy with Boyd’s curly-haired moppet. He has a lot of thoughts about how she’s like this dead mother. He also has a nightgown for her.

Boyd, thank God, is en route: the film’s incredible poster envisions him literally tearing the city apart to find his daughter. In Night of the Juggler, that means an Inferno-esque tour of New York, but at least he meets a few Virgils on his way. Julie Carmen’s Maria is the one who becomes a full-on companion in his quest, but if you want pure bang for your buck, you’re here for Mandy Patinkin as a Puerto Rican cab driver. No one should cast Patinkin as Puerto Rican. But they should always cast him as an enterprising, pedal-to-the-metal driver who cheerfully takes on one hell of a car chase as soon as Brolin tells him he’s got a missing kid on his hands.

I’ve seen reviews that suggest this car chase is up there with the one in The Seven-Ups. I wouldn’t go quite that far, but it’s good—and one of its strengths is a flexibility most movie car chases lack, which is that it loses the cars completely for long stretches, letting Boyd and Soltic hoof it (while Soltic drags an unfortunately cooperative teenager along. Go limp, kid!). The moral of the story is that you can kidnap a child in broad daylight but not jump in a turnstile in same. Everything I’ve heard in life has led me to believe that this is indeed accurate.

But one of the best presences here is a kind of lesser demon in the form of Dan Hedaya. Hedaya plays Sergeant Barnes, an openly off-the-rails cop; Boyd used to work alongside him, until—as we learn in a reveal that shows how well-founded this often-wild film’s grit is in reality—he reported Barnes and a few others. Barnes got suspended, but when budget cuts forced layoffs, guess which one of them got fired? This is all handled as backstory the film barely pauses for; it assumes you know what the world is, and that the “disloyal” get the boot while the vicious thrive. It also knows that the vicious don’t appreciate it. Barnes isn’t basking in his victory; like Soltic, he’s still panting for revenge. And unlike Soltic, he can open fire on a crowded street with absolute impunity and get nothing worse than a talking-to.

If you want to immerse yourself in a world of cheap diners, peep show booths, corrupt cops, blasted landscapes, and sewers, you need Night of the Juggler. It looks filthy and fantastic, and it feels like being plunged straight into a feverish but surprisingly well-textured nightmare—deliberately, gleefully, darkly unreal, but dreamed by someone who knew a lot about reality.

Night of the Juggler is streaming on Kanopy.