Peter Yates’ Psyche

After watching BULLITT from way back when, I have come to the conclusion that I have great admiration for a director that commands presence with silence, utilizes an emotional climax with only subtlety…the undertow of intensity. Wind-blown wisps of hair across porcelain foreheads and glazed, horse-eyed gazes on the beach.

Like Jacqueline Bissett, I discover he is living in a crazy law-enforcement world of violence and our worlds have collided. Dialogue is moot in this instance. In that vein of thought, I found I could not recognize myself as a fatalistic and gentle creature, restless and tenacious, impartial and frail.