A freelance surveillance expert named Harry(Gene Hackman) spends his days covertly recording private conversations for a range of clients. When his latest job throws up the prospect of an imminent murder, Harry has a crisis of conscience.

A real film from that great decade of films, the 70s, but still tremendously relevant.

The first time that I was aware of an editor being one of the stars of a movie was with Frances Ford Coppola?s The Conversation. The editor was Walter Murch whose work on the soundtrack of the film was hailed as a breakthrough. Murch has had a chance to restore and enhance the soundtrack and this new version is now getting a limited release in cinemas. The film tells the story of a surveillance expert Harry Caul, Gene Hackman, whose hi-tech eavesdropping on a young couple in Union Square in San Francisco starts to worry him. He was possibly responsible for three deaths from a job he did years ago in New York and he?s worried the same thing is about to happen again. This taut, austere film is so beautifully made, all the ingredients ? David Shire?s bluesy soundtrack, Bill Butler?s cinematography although the opening scene was shot by Haskell Wexler, Coppola?s screenplay and direction and of course Murch?s contribution ? combine in a thriller that is actually tremendously relevant today. Because the alienated, obsessively private Harry Caul uses technology to keep people at a distance. And in the trivia stakes you can see a young and very handsome Harrison Ford in a key role. You see a film like this and it?s a real film from that great decade of the movies, the 1970?s.Comment From David StrattonA great film, which was utterly timely in its examination of the 70s fetish for electronic eavesdropping that resulted in Watergate. (The film was written in 1969, but released after the Watergate revelations). Impeccable performances ? Hackman?s career best ? wonderful camerawork, amazing sound, superb music ? and, above all, an intelligent, meaningful thriller which is quite horrific yet utterly rooted in reality. Mr. Shyamalan, take note.