A consistently intelligent (or at least bright), coherently constructed comedy that is on occasion a rather pointed critique of the American education system in the…
When he was asked by Johnny Carson how a magazine could quote him saying he really would murder to avenge his family, Charles Bronson looked Carson in the eye and said, "Because the quote is accurate. I really could, and I would." There was a little silence then, because Bronson was totally convincing.
He was publicizing "Death Wish" (1974), his film about a man whose wife is killed and daughter raped. He gets a gun and starts posing as bait for muggers, a middle-aged guy with a bag of groceries. Then he shoots them dead. I think he kills about 11 victims (17 in the book) and is nicknamed "The New York Vigilante," but the homicide rate drops 50 percent in New York, and so a cop cuts him a deal: Get out of town. As the film ends, he's drawing a bead on a guy in Chicago.
Funny thing. When Bronson made "Death Wish II" (1982), it was set in Los Angeles, even though Brian Garfield, the author of the novel Death Wish, had written a 1975 sequel, Death Sentence, set in Chicago. Ah, yes, here's my copy right here, dedicated to "Jay Robert Nash, John McHugh, Roger Ebert and Bill Granger, Chicago front-pagers all, with thanks."
He was thanking us because he'd come to Chicago to research the city (in two days, as I recall), and we agreed to meet him at the Billy Goat to feed him the real dope. The Goat ("no fries, cheeps") is a hamburger-and-booze emporium tucked away on the lower level of Michigan Avenue, responsible for the enticing aroma of frying onions that pedestrians enjoy in front of the Wrigley Building. You will recognize the tavern on the book's Page 27, "a block from Tribune Tower and equidistant from the Sun-Times and Daily News press rooms." His hero figures police reporters who hang out there "might be the best source of information about the unfamiliar city." He carries his beer to the back of the bar, where "there were nine or 10 men and women roughed up by alcohol and cigarettes and the cynicism of insider's experience." He got the Billy Goat right.