Enjoyability scale here is pretty solid. Almost like a CSI episode, where the cops get info from the doctors and there’s machines that go Ping. And some high-falutin society socials offset by crazy San Franshitsco car chases that are kinda fuckin bonkers. So many suspensions and chassis of some cool cars were ruined...RUINED...for your enjoyments here. Don’t even tell me about the lost hubcaps, sheesh!
An obvious hit in the town of Chicago. But the target, sly bastard that he is, gets away. Maybe...with a little help. Well, seems like shit gets flushed over to San Franshitsco, and cop Lt. Bullitt (McQueen) ends up getting assigned the Witness Protection case, straight from the biggest up-n-comin local politician Chalmers, who may or may not be kind of a dick. Never mix police and politics, it never ends well.
While known more for the whole car thing, it’s just part of a decent overall investigatins here. Are there rules broken? Maybe. Are there unsanctioned chasings? Yes. Visually pretty stylish (especially the opening credits scene), there’s good Observins, notins, and maybe getting busy with his hot girl to some admittedly not completely sucky flute jazz. Comparatively speaking, of course. Most flute jazz is just total rubbish, and should be shunned upon first exposure. This version can chill for a bit. McQueen, solid. Hot girlfriend Jacqueline Bisset, solid. Cabbie Robert Duvall with his exceptional recall, solid. Just know that Pre-Fax machine days were not stellar. And pay phones totally sucked. Fact.
