Directed by: Paul Wendkos
Starring: Andy Griffith, Ida Lupino, Michael Brando
All right, I’ll only say this once: If you’re going to make a heist movie, the very first thing you should do is make sure that the GODDAMN HEIST MAKES SENSE. Not a single fucking thing the antagonists do in Strangers in 7A makes a lick of sense (as Andy Griffith would say).
Andy Griffith is a super in a shitty apartment building who brings a girl home from the bar one night when his wife’s out of town. It turns out, the young hot girl didn’t actually want to have sex with an aging, depressed Andy Griffith (WHAT?!), but it was all a ruse to get her three burglar friends to squat in the apartment for a day so they could break into the bank next door. Griffith and his wife get in the way one too many times, so they get taken captive, and after the crime, the bandits threaten to blow up the whole building with goofy, cartoon-like bundles of dynamite. For some reason.
Arrgh. I hate this caper. Why didn’t the bad guys just rent the room for a couple nights? They obviously had the money to get all their equipment and stuff, they could afford it, and then nobody would have to worry about the super getting all antsy. And why did they threaten to blow up the building they were in, especially since they just had the bomb on a timer? Even the slightest consideration of that plan should raise a huge red flag in one’s mind saying “THAT’S FUCKING STUPID”. Stupid dumb idiot movie.