Format: TCM on DVR
Director: Alan J. Pakula
In, I believe, 1996 the assistant manager at Camelot Records found out I was a film major.
"Have you seen Klute?" she asked.
"No. What is it?"
"Jane Fonda. Donald Sutherland. She's a hooker and he's a detective."
"Huh. I'll need to check that out."
She'd check in weekly, really, to see if I'd seen it yet, and to be truthful, every time I went to rent it at I Love Video, it was checked out. Or lost. I didn't know, but it wasn't in. But, yeah.
So, here we are, Jill. 25 years later, I finally watched Klute (1971).
Well, Klute is, actually, a very good movie. Two thumbs up. I dug it. Nice, grimy pre-punk New York, Donald Sutherland nailing quiet intensity that I am sure made someone swoon. Fonda maybe a little patrician for the role, but that's kind of the point, I think.
Sutherland does play a private investigator, John Klute, searching for an executive who went missing a long time before. The clues are scant, except for a letter that matches several that a call girl (Fonda) received, shortly after getting beat up by a john she barely remembers, one of a sea of faces.