Dashing designer Duncan Quinn – aka DRIVEN’s own 007 – on why the 40th anniversary of Michael Caine’s Get Carter is a cause for celebration:

There are few film icons more memorable than Jack Carter in the list of those you’d rather keep on the right side of.

But rather than the tentacles of the Corleone family slowly choking the life out of you as a horse’s head sits severed on your pillow for the night, Jack was a man who went about his business with little to no concern for you knowing it was him that gutted you like a fish – or threw you off that multi-storey carpark for a catnap six stories below.

Celebrating the 40th anniversary of Michael Caine in Get Carter

More likely than not he’d make damned sure you and all your pals knew it was him.

As he liked to say, he did it for a living after all.

In a world of plots and intrigue Jack’s was simple:  you did something that rubbed him up the wrong way, and short of armagedon not much was going to get in the way of him extracting his pound of flesh for whatever you did to upset him.

A one man army of immaculately cut suits, down and dirty overcoats and nasty shotguns

He’s a one man army of immaculately cut suits, down and dirty overcoats and nasty shotguns, with an attention to detail in his dress that speaks to how he handles every aspect of the things he takes seriously – from banging your wife to banging your brains out should you decide to confront him about it.

Life is a lot easier when the picture is sharp and focused and there was never anything woolly about either Jack Carter or what he was up to.

They all wanted to “get Carter”, but then so would you if you knew he was on your case.

Man up and sit down to one of the finest films of the century

In Hollywood he’d have ridden off into the sunset, but as it was forty years ago he rode off into the wild blue yonder.

And if you haven’t seen the film and all of what preceded this sentence may as well have been written in Greek, I’d highly suggest you man up and sit down to one of the finest films of the century.

And I’ll entertain none of that rubbish about Sylvester Stallone either…

- DQ

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