Why Hollywood should remake ''Bullitt''
Let's dispense with the heresy right up top: Bullitt is not a very good movie. It just isn't. It's a relatively run-of-the-mill Bay Area detective story nowhere near as good as, say, Vertigo, Dirty Harry, or even The Streets of San Francisco redeemed only by one car chase. (And to an audience that's seen the speed thrills of Ronin, that Mustang-over-the-hills scene doesn't really hold up.) Yes, Steve McQueen was walking, talking cool, but the movie about a stoic cop on the hunt for the person who killed the Mob informant he was assigned to protect just sits there, wallowing in its turtlenecked pre-'70s-ness. Why not take advantage of all the subcultures that San Francisco has to offer and craft a detective story that sends our Bullitt careering through the drug-laced enclaves of Haight-Ashbury, a mobbed-up Chinatown, and the go-go profit-hungry Silicon Valley? Get a director like The Bourne Supremacy's Paul Greengrass or Layer Cake's Matthew Vaughn import helmers who can bring both a taut style and an intimate sense of place to guide Ewan McGregor or, even better, Benicio Del Toro through their paces. And hey, Ford's got a new Mustang on the road, one that looks like it's just begging to jump over some Frisco hills.