Black Sunday (1977) Movie Review
The story has since been done to death: terrorist group plans to cause massive carnage, this time at the Super Bowl by blowing up the Good Year Blimp overhead. But Black Sunday is distinguished by its unique focus not on the hero but on the villain: Bruce Dern as an angry Vietnam vet, pilot, and former prisoner of war. He holds a grudge against the U.S. like you wouldn't believe (brainwashed? shellshocked?): Enough to convince him to join forces with a Palestinian militant group called Black September. It doesn't help that he's just plain crazy. Even the Black September operatives are a little afraid of what he might do.
The film spools out over the days leading up to the Super Bowl. 600 pounds of explosives arrive, earmarked for the operation. An incredibly memorable test run is performed in a remote barn. 600 pounds of explosives doesn't sound like much, but when they add shrapnel, stand back. Above all, Dern is unforgettable in the greatest role of his career. Director John Frankenheimer takes his sweet time (nearly 2 1/2 hours) to tell a pretty simple story, but it works in the end. It has fairly low-grade '70s production values and more than its fair share of sound problems (even on the DVD, a real disservice to the film), but on the whole the picture stands up well.
Also, Marthe Keller is an unfortunate hindrance to the film -- how this Swiss woman with a thick German accent is supposed to pass for a Palestinian radical is beyond me. The finale is also a letdown. I won't spoil it here but I will say it practically happens off-screen and is the worst special effect of the film. Argh.
Don't let my nitpicking persuade you. You simply haven't lived until you've seen the innocuous Good Year Blimp turned into an instrument of death.