The Connection (1961)

A director tries to film a group of junkies in Leach's room while they are waiting for Cowboy to bring their heroin connection.

Director:

Shirley Clarke

Writers:

Jack Gelber (play), Jack Gelber (screenplay)

Stars:

William Redfield, Warren Finnerty, Garry Goodrow

Cast

Credited cast:
Warren Finnerty	...	Leach
Jerome Raphael	...	Solly
Garry Goodrow	...	Ernie
Jim Anderson	...	Sam
Carl Lee	...	Cowboy
Barbara Winchester	...	Sister Salvation
Henry Proach	...	Harry
Roscoe Lee Browne	...	J. J. Burden (as Roscoe Browne)
William Redfield	...	Jim Dunn
Freddie Redd	...	Piano Player
Jackie McLean	...	Sax player
Larry Richie	...	Drummer
Michael Mattos	...	Bass player
Rest of cast listed alphabetically:
Linda Veras	...	Siren

Storyline

Eight drug addicts are waiting for their connection in a New York apartment belonging to Leach. Jim Dunn, a budding filmmaker, has agreed to pay for the fix if the addicts will allow him to film the connection scene. After the men get their shots, they talk Dunn into trying heroin in order to understand the subject "first hand." He becomes ill and while sleeping, Leach takes an overdose that puts him into a coma. Dunn recovers, with the aid of the connection, and writes off the film as a failure.

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Plot Keywords:

heroin | drug addict | drugs | scene after end credits | scene during end credits | 

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Taglines:

Men Held Captive By the Power Of Drugs

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Genres:

Drama

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Certificate:

Not Rated

Details

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Release Date:

11 December 1996 (France)

Also Known As:

A kapcsolat

Filming Locations:

New York City, New York, USA

Box Office

Budget:

$167,000 (estimated)

Company Credits

Technical Specs

Runtime:

110 min

Sound Mix:

Mono (RCA)

Color:

Black and White Color

Aspect Ratio:

1.37 : 1

Did You Know?

Trivia

Star Carl Lee and director Shirley Clarke were in a long term romantic relationship.

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Quotes

Leach: If man is transparent, then how do you account for his shadow?

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Connections

Featured in Cinéastes de notre temps: Rome Is Burning (Portrait of Shirley Clarke) - Rome brûle (1970)

User Reviews

9/10

This is a very difficult film, austere and hard, but after about ten minutes you can calibrate yourself to its rhythm, which is slow -- or, not so much slow as not fast, with extremely long takes in a one-room setting. The film, which is about a group of jazz musicians waiting for "the connection" (heroin) in an apartment, is essentially a filmed piece of experimental theater; it's very interesting, I think, and valuable for its honest portrayals of blacks (not all of the characters are black, but those who are are allowed to give equal amounts of monologues to the camera). The film itself, which is a product of the beat culture, is an experiment in subtle documentary satire -- the film is a film that's being made by a documentarian and his camera assistant; the documentarian becomes involved in the "film" himself by interacting with the musicians, trying to get them to act naturally for the camera by saying he's one of them, that he "reads" them. (The film is also a kind of Method film in the sense that the performances are strained and melodramatic -- the main character who owns the apartment has a boil that makes him scream at a few points -- and that everything is about the documentarian retaining emotional truth.) As the documentarian gets involved with the group (and after the connection arrives, with a female religious preacher in toe), the film feels almost like a public service announcement. It's a really fascinating document. 9/10