Great films, great men, great yearning.

Why?
Why was I not born early enough so that I could have grown up in the seventies? I'm not going to say that I would rather live then, but I certainly would have loved it.
Okay, maybe that's a little vague. I mean, what's my reasoning, right?

Two names:
Frank Serpico and Popeye Doyle.

Damn, even those names are bad ass. If I had kids, I would definitely consider both full names.
Frank Serpico Aud and Popeye Doyle Aud. Maybe I'm getting off track.

I love the wardrobes of these movies. French Connection features European attire. Many of the characters are donned in Italian and French cut suits, jackets, and shoes. I love the fit. Their clothes actually correspond with their body type. It's so efficient. Oh, and the popped collars and overcoats just scream espionage.
Serpico features the same type of fitting attire. Although, Serpico has more flair than Doyle. Serpico is a chameleon. His array of hats alone impress me. I love the scenes when he comes in looking like a common hippy and the next day he's a rabbi. Genius! Serpico's transition from a clean cut rookie, to a mustached patrolman, to a long-haired bearded bad ass detective is amazing.

The color schemes are also what get me. I am now looking for that type of brown that's like an orange, but meaner. If I can find it in a jacket I will wear it now. I don't care if it's 94 degrees Fahrenheit! I'm wearing it and I'm packing a heater under it, too. That's right, a piece.

And doesn't anyone wear hats anymore? Everybody wore hats back then. It was so super spy cool! I' m bringing the hats back. I'm going out for the Fedora, the Bowler, and the Popeye Doyle. Yes, a cooler time when you could go into the brothers' bar and hear some nasty funk on the jukebox and cars were tanks. Yeah, want to be a seventies detective, but a name change would definitely be in order, maybe Sweeny Aud.