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Thomas Crown Affair, The (1968)

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Release Date: 17/04/2019

Genre: War
Region Code: DVD 2
Certificate: BBFC PG
Label: Warner Home Video
Actors: Biff McGuire, Faye Dunaway, Jack Weston, Paul Burke, Steve McQueen
Director: Norman Jewison
Number of Discs: 1
Duration: 98 minutes
Audio Languages: English, French
Subtitle Languages: Finnish, Swedish, en, fr, nl, pl

PRODUCT DESCRIPTION
DVD Special Features

Feature-length commentary by Director, Norman Jewison
Original theatrical trailer
Chapter Search
Soundtrack: English/German/Spanish/French/Italian
Subtitles: English/Swedish/Norwegian/Dutch/French/Polish/Finnish



AMAZON REVIEW
Millionaire businessman Thomas Crown (Steve McQueen) is also a high-stakes thief; his latest caper is an elaborate heist at a Boston bank. Why does he do it? For the same reason he flies gliders, bets on golf strokes and races dune buggies: he needs the thrill to feel alive. Insurance investigator Vicky Anderson (Faye Dunaway) gets her own thrills by busting crooks, and she's got Crown in her cross hairs. Naturally, these two will get it on, because they have a lot in common: they're not people, they're walking clothes racks. (McQueen looks like he'd rather be in jeans than Crown's natty three-piece suits.) The Thomas Crown Affair is a catalogue of 60s conventions, from its clipped editing style to its photographic trickery (the inventive Haskell Wexler behind the camera) to its mod design. You can almost sense director Norman Jewison deciding to "tell his story visually," like those newfangled European films; this would explain the long passages of Michel Legrand's lounge jazz ladled over endless montages of the pretty Dunaway and McQueen at play. (The opening-credits song, "Windmills of Your Mind," won an Oscar.) It's like a "What Kind of Man Reads Playboy?" ad come to life, and much more interesting as a cultural snapshot than a piece of storytelling. --Robert Horton