#Prince of the City

[eightiesgalaxy]

Treat Williams 1951-2023 RIP

[davidrebooted]

Treat Williams as Daniel Ciello in Prince of the City 1981 dir. Sidney Lumet

[citizenscreen]

Treat Williams and director Sidney Lumet on location in New York during filming for PRINCE OF THE CITY in 1981. I don’t get tired of this one.

[thefrankshow]

Marlboros. Testosterone. Old Spice.

[niksrpgs]

This #PrinceOfTheCity #novel for #VampireTheMasquerade #WorldOfDarkness is now ON SALE! #ttrpg #VtM #firstprinting #originalprint #outofprint #NiksRPGs #whitewolf

[gone2soon-rip]

TREAT WILLIAMS (1951-Died June 12th 2023,at 72.Road Traffic accident).American actor. Known for his work in film, television, and theatre, he came to prominence with his appearances in the 1979 films Hair and 1941. He was known to television audiences for his portrayal of Dr. Andy Brown on The WB's Everwood (2002–2006). His accolades include nominations for two Screen Actors Guild Awards, three Golden Globes, a Primetime Emmy, two Satellite Awards, and an Independent Spirit Award.Williams appeared in many films throughout his career, with credits including Prince of the City (1981), Once Upon a Time in America (1984), Flashpoint (1984), Smooth Talk (1985), Dead Heat (1988), The Phantom (1996), The Devil's Own (1997), Deep Rising (1998), the Substitute franchise (1998–2001), The Deep End of the Ocean (1999), Miss Congeniality 2 (2005), and 127 Hours (2010).  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Treat_Williams

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[inthemoodforportnawak]

Richard Treat Williams (1951-2023)

[ivovynckier]

RIP actor Treat Williams. The first movie to watch is "Prince of the City" (Sidney Lumet).

[tvoinerukotvorniepisduli-blog]

Chased away and blamed

Just ready to be sacrificed

This movie. Oh my god.

[travsd]

Hey, That's No Way to Treat a Williams

Yesterday we learned the sad news that actor Treat Williams (b. 1951) perished on his motorcycle at the age of 71. That’s old to be riding a hog, but not as old as I thought he was. We saw him in Dolly Parton’s Christmas on the Square special during the pandemic, and he looked a far cry from the shirtless, shaggy Jim Morrison look of the 1979 film version of Hair where we first encountered him.…

[selene-bathory]

I am still disappointed that they forgot his real title in the show. Rhaenyra is not the Protector of the Realm, Daemon is. So I present to you: Daemon Targaryen, first of his name, King Consort and Protector of the Realm.

[nomallmovieschicago]

27 July 2024

Film: PRINCE OF THE CITY (dir. Sidney Lumet, 1981, USA)

Forum: Gene Siskel Film Center   Format: 16mm

Observations: We eagerly anticipated this film shown as part of a Sidney Lumet centennial program. It was a print on loan from the Film Society of Montreal, formatted for TV (cropped on the edges, profanity dubbed out) and with a reported 19 minutes of additional footage. Two short breaks and a ten-minute intermission were necessary to project it. Though a bit faded and worn, this was absolutely the way to see one of the crowning achievements of 1980s Hollywood (and one of Lumet's masterpieces). The audience, filling about 40% of the large theater, appropriately oohed and aahed with every plot turn. One of my favorite film moments on 2024.

[pixnflixnwrites]

Prince of the City

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Plans and Actions

Pia could barely keep still, and while not fidgeting exactly, the small endless movements verged on a restlessness he found unbecoming.  Follet glanced at her, watching long thin fingers alternately stroke the sable fur over her shoulders before dropping to smooth the velvet nap of the limo seats with the same slow gesture.  Without thinking, or even noticing how her hands drifted like feathers in still air, her touch would stray to the heavy silk of her gown, to the smooth cashmere of his suit, to trace the curl of her hair and back again, her eyes fixated on the cityscape outside the windows as they made their way to Elysium.

He had gloved her once.  Made mad by her endless caressing and her inability to obey, she had been made to wear gloves to deaden whatever need it was that compelled her to touch everything -and everyone - around her.  Pia had cried to be punished in that way, so desperate for any titillating sensation she would drag a bare wrist over whatever surface could accommodate.  She claimed she couldn’t bring him the secrets he wanted if she couldn’t sense feeling and thought through her inquisitive touch.

Perhaps she had been right.  Her intelligence gathering had waned during that time and he had punished her for that too. But she had worn them for a month until she had earned the right to remove them.  He still kept them in a drawer in his desk, and just the sight of those heavy black cotton gloves, suitable for a lady about town, was enough to make her capitulate.

When her hand moved to his sleeve a third time he brought a heavy hand down on top of it, as if capturing a slow bird.  She jumped, broken from whatever simple thoughts distracted her, tearing those bright eyes from the window to turn on him.  Follet smiled, watching her glow in his attention.

“My dear, you’re restless.”

“Its the first time I’ve been out in a while.  I’m just excited, that’s all.  I didn’t mean to bother you.”  She tugged very lightly on her hand and when it was clear he wasn’t going to let her go, she subsided, content to be held.

“I have a job for you tonight.”

“Oh?” 

The innocent surprise on her face was endearing.  “There is a new member to our city and I want you to find out why he’s here.”

“Of course, my love. Anything for you.  What’s their name.”

“Nicky Giovanni.”

Her eyes and face went blank and she had the audacity to pull her hand from his.  “No.”

“No?  No? Childe, you don’t tell me no.”

“There’s nothing you need from the Giovanni, my love.” Pia’s tone was as flat as her look and she folded her hands into her lap.  “They do their own business.  Wait a few months and he’ll be gone.”

“You will do as I say,” Follet hissed, perplexed at her sudden withdrawal but not going to lower himself to ask for anything.  “He is a threat to this city and I want to know why he’s back.”

She did look up then, smooth brow furrowed with confusion. “He’s back?  You know him?  Then why - ”

“I forget how young you are,” Follet muttered, watching her flinch at his disdain.  “He’s been gone for almost a half century and now he’s back.”

“It Giovanni business and nothing to do with us,” Pia said again.  “I don’t want to get anywhere near another Giovanni after you sold me to Lucio - “

Follet grabbed her arm and forced her to look at him.  “I will not tolerate your refusal nor will I tolerate you believing any lies told to you by the Giovanni.”

“Their elder said - “

“Their elder lied!” he remained firm, seeing the doubt in her eyes.  “You didn’t read the letter he sent.  You don’t know the truth of the matter.  You ran off with Lucio and Lucio paid for his dalliance with my woman with his life.”

“No,” Pia stammered, shaking her head.  “That’s not how it happened. They - ”

“It did and I welcomed you back despite your treachery.”  She was confused now, mouth working to find a defense that wouldn’t manifest and he pushed relentlessly on.  “You got their cousin killed.  The only thing that will keep you safe is finding out why Nicky is back and how we can get him to leave.  Understand?”

She was still shaking her head when the care pulled to the curb outside of the museum.  

“That’s not what happened.  You wanted me to go with Lucio. You wanted his family’s magic.  You wanted me to learn - “

She stopped when the door opened, two of his childer there and waiting to escort them inside.  Pia knew better than to argue with him in front of his family.  If she dared raise her voice at him one of his childer would slap her down before Follet could even give the command that she be chastised.  Meekly, she allowed herself to be handed out onto the waiting red carpet that led up the shallow marble stairs to the Field Museum.

The lot of them gathered on the pavement and ready to enter Elysium, he took Pia’s elbow in one large hand, bending down to whisper into her ear.  “Time to be a good girl now, Pia.  Let’s go inside and do what you’re told.” 

The Toreador nodded, smiling brightly and laughing in delight, as if he had whispered some endearing secret.  Good.  She would get him what he wanted.