When I think of the great Lee Marvin, who’s being tributed with a Lincoln Center film series this month, I think only of Point Blank. That 1967 John Boorman film is the ultimate Marvin mood trip. His character’s perfect name (Walker), the spareness of the dialogue (“Ninety-three”) but more particularly the silences get better each time I see it. And the quintessential Point Blank scene is the clop-clop scene in LAX. Marvin striding hard down the endless hallway with the linoleum floor, his eyes glaring, his white-hair forelock flopping slightly in the breeze of indoor velocity.
