
United Artists released Coma on 6 January 1978. It’s a bit weird. Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer produced the film. They didn’t distribute their own films?! Whatever.
I remember seeing this film with my parents at the drive-in theater. My mother was an obsessive reader. And whenever they made a film based on a novel she’d read, we all had to go out and watch it. I barely remember it.
But I watched it recently. And it is really good. Michael Crichton is not much of a director. He clearly listened to the professionals around him. So the camera work is good. But it doesn’t do much more. It’s not like he had a plan. But the film is based on an excellent novel. And his screenplay is first-rate.
I’d love to say that Crichton is a piece of garbage but… Wait, he was a piece of garbage! He’s a typical example of how our society over-praises successful people. As a result, they become convinced of their brilliance and lose the humility that keeps the rest of us from becoming arrogant pricks.
I’m not saying he was William Peter Blatty, who had actual skill as a film director. But he managed to make watchable films. And I think Coma is way better than the excessively praised Westworld.
But maybe I’m wrong. I love 1970s paranoia. Watergate might have been bad for politics in the United States. But it was great for art! Night Moves is one of my all-time favorite films. And there are so many more. It’s like if you are into westerns. You’ll enjoy even poor westerns. I’m into paranoia that way.
I highly recommend watching Coma. It works really well. And Geneviève Bujold in the lead is fabulous. And best of all, from my perspective, the bad guy fails and gets punished!
Coma (1978) via Wikipedia under Fair Use.


















