Ah. There's nothing quite like Ray Charles to set the mood for a southern film about murder and bigotry.
The story is a good one. A detective story with some twists. And even though there are plenty of detours, they never really forget that, and it keeps the flow of the film going. Also, it makes it smarter.
Steiger is massive here. Frantically chewing his gum, trying to solve a murder using a black policeman, whilst keeping his integrity amongst the countryfolks, who are less inclined to accept a black man's authority. All the while struggling to overcome his own prejudice and loneliness, as he slowly starts to respect Mr. Tibbs. Easily earning his little golden man for best performance. Poitier is stoic and repressed as the well-educated coloured man amongst racist red-necks, though it is a treat when they manage to find his line, even though his response is still very much controlled and with the proper retaliatory response. There is also a special mention for Anthony James, for one of the creepiest characters in cinematic history.
The movie is very slow in pace, director Jewison (nominated for an Academy Award) letting his wonderful cast, and the sombre mood of the town, work wonders. Racism is an ugly thing in general, and even more so when it's an important part of culture. Enough to make people look the other way to heinous demeanours. Jewison is not afraid to show us that aspect in this film, making it both important, but also hard to watch at times. The suspense is built around very minute details, in total silence most of the time. And it works a treat.
Quincy Jones provided the music, and it is pitch perfect. Though the most unnerving instalment in that respect is "Foul Owl", setting a truly eerie mood to an already disturbing scene.
An important film, and a very good one too. One of the few films actually worthy of being called a classic.
9/10
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