1975: Jaws, Dog Day Afternoon, and One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
I was around in 1975 and I remember well how Jaws pretty much "took over the summer" from June through August.
This was before the summer was FILLED with blockbusters; Jaws pretty much had the summer to itself. (2 years later, Star Wars had the same domination, but had to make room for a surprisingly big James Bond movie and Smokey and the Bandit as "level down" competition.)
Anyway, the "Jaws summer" finally played itself out, and school went back in, and the autumn movies started to show up...with a different tone.
Dog Day Afternoon came out, I think in September. Ironically, it shared this with Jaws: a sense of SUMMERTIME but with a much more sweaty, grim claustrophobic NYC edge. The brilliant opening montage of "Summer in NYC" set the stage magnficently. Elton John's rocking "Amoreena" created an excitement for the story to come in most ironic way: there would be no more music in the movie from that point on, less a brief burst of Bugs Bunny on a TV in the bank.
Al Pacino made the most of his newly minted "Godfather stardom" -- I and II had now come out, he was a minted prestige superstar -- and working again for the director who guided him to an Oscar nomination two years before; Sidney Lumet(for Serpico, yet another grimy NYC tale) -- Lumet was "The King of New York Movies" for so long that he made Murder on the Orient Express to escape the title.
Los Angeles Times film critic Charles Champlin wrote a nifty phrase about any given movie: you only see a movie once. That is, you only see it once WITHOUT knowing the ending, and any twists along the way.
I've always thought of Champlin's phrase when I remember watching Dog Day Afternoon because I remember -- all the way through -- wondering: how is this going to END? As the situation got more dire and hopeless for Pacino and Cazale -- even with the crowd cheering them on and sympathetic hostages --- I just kept anticipating the finale.
And then I got it. Pretty straightforward and simple, as I recall.
But Al Pacino had done it again. As with his friendly rivals Jack Nicholson and Robert DeNiro, Pacino had made sure to pick important material, with an important director, and a great script(born of many improvisations) and a rather historic charcter for a major star to play: a husband to a woman, a father, revealed to also be gay with a male wife out to get a sex change operation.
Daring stuff. Pacino seemed on the way to a sure Oscar nomination and possibly a win --- compared to compressed Michael Corleone, this was an early version of "yelling Pacino" (with more Brandoesque emotion, less ham) and he got his senstive moments as well(I knew more than one woman who fell in love with Pacino over Dog Day, something about his eyes.)
But the fall months headed towards December and Oscar time and a challenger arose to Pacino and his movie: Jack Nicholson, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Jack and THAT movie beat Pacino and his movie at the Oscars. Who knows why? More of a legendary property? More emotion at the end? More of a funny macho guy for Jack to play? More of a classic villain in Nurse Ratched?
Jack and Al had been to this dance before. 1973: Jack vs Al for Best Actor(The Last Detail; Serpico.) Oldtimer Jack Lemmon wins. 1974: Jack vs Al for Best Actor(Chinatown; Godfather II), Oldtimer Art Carney wins. Jack finally broke the tie in 1975 and we all figured that Al's Best Actor Oscar was "right around the corner." No: it would take 17 more years for Al to finally win his first(and to date only) Oscar for Scent of a Woman("Hoo-ah!").
Still, 1975 was a pretty fun year at the American movies. Jaws all summer long. Pacino vs Nicholson in the fall. All three up at the Oscars (Jaws got a Best Picture nom but Spielberg did NOT get a Best Director nom!) Three great movies of different types(and I'll throw in Robert Redford's fall entry: the great thriller Three Days of the Condor; but no Oscar consideration for Bob.)