Proving 1970s made-for-TV movies could be good, two examples:
Brian's Song (1971) dir. Buzz Kulik; starring James Caan, Billy Dee Williams, Jack Warden
Bio of football player Brian Piccolo (Caan) focusing on his friendship with fellow player Gale Sayers (Williams), how the friendship was made and developed, and the impact on his team and family when Piccolo was diagnosed with cancer and died at age 26. Well-made and acted, good direction and editing; fine supporting cast including Jack Warden, Judy Pace, David Huddleston, Bernie Casey and Shelley Fabares (who, between about 1965 and 1990, by my rough count, was in every freakin' TV show at least once). If you're interested in producing/directing a tearjerker, use this as inspiration.
The Night Stalker (1972) dir. John Llewellyn Moxie; starring Darren McGavin, Simon Oakland, Carol Lynley; script by Richard Matheson.
Blood-draining deaths of young women in Las Vegas baffle the authorities, and only our intrepid reporter, Carl Kolchak, is willing to use the word, "vampire". Holds up pretty well for all that it screams 1970s!!!!!!! from the cars, to the music, to the film stock; location shooting, so it's additional fun to note some of the signs outside the casinos and who was playing in them. An amazingly accomplished supporting cast: Ralph Meeker (Kiss Me Deadly), Elisha Cook Jr. (The Big Sleep), Claude Akins (Inherit the Wind), Charles McGraw (The Narrow Margin), Kent Smith (The Cat People), and of course McGavin, Oakland and Lynley, all of whom had decent resumes in feature film.
And a feature film that ... well ... eh ...
Witchtrap (1989) dir. Kevin Tenney; starring ... really doesn't matter
One of my favorite horror tropes, a group of experts try to determine if a house is haunted and unhaunt it. But maybe Richard Matheson could have sued for copyright infringement since it plays out very similarly to Hell House. Opens with a man scared to death in the house, the owner contacts a parapsychologist, who assembles her crew, including a media specialist to film the proceedings, and two mediums, one a mental medium (her husband) and the other a physical medium, and a security crew of three to make sure no criminal hanky-panky intrudes. There's even a nifty hand-held device for capturing the spirit. James Quinn is the lead actor, his character a gruff, snarky former cop now a security guard, and he's okay. Linnea Quigley shows up to offer a nude scene; nothing against Quigley, but while her presence sometimes indicates a fun movie, it rarely indicates a good one. Tenney also directed The Night of the Demons (meh) and Witchboard (not awful), but the script for this one doesn't really hold up well.
Brian's Song (1971) dir. Buzz Kulik; starring James Caan, Billy Dee Williams, Jack Warden
Bio of football player Brian Piccolo (Caan) focusing on his friendship with fellow player Gale Sayers (Williams), how the friendship was made and developed, and the impact on his team and family when Piccolo was diagnosed with cancer and died at age 26. Well-made and acted, good direction and editing; fine supporting cast including Jack Warden, Judy Pace, David Huddleston, Bernie Casey and Shelley Fabares (who, between about 1965 and 1990, by my rough count, was in every freakin' TV show at least once). If you're interested in producing/directing a tearjerker, use this as inspiration.
The Night Stalker (1972) dir. John Llewellyn Moxie; starring Darren McGavin, Simon Oakland, Carol Lynley; script by Richard Matheson.
Blood-draining deaths of young women in Las Vegas baffle the authorities, and only our intrepid reporter, Carl Kolchak, is willing to use the word, "vampire". Holds up pretty well for all that it screams 1970s!!!!!!! from the cars, to the music, to the film stock; location shooting, so it's additional fun to note some of the signs outside the casinos and who was playing in them. An amazingly accomplished supporting cast: Ralph Meeker (Kiss Me Deadly), Elisha Cook Jr. (The Big Sleep), Claude Akins (Inherit the Wind), Charles McGraw (The Narrow Margin), Kent Smith (The Cat People), and of course McGavin, Oakland and Lynley, all of whom had decent resumes in feature film.
And a feature film that ... well ... eh ...
Witchtrap (1989) dir. Kevin Tenney; starring ... really doesn't matter
One of my favorite horror tropes, a group of experts try to determine if a house is haunted and unhaunt it. But maybe Richard Matheson could have sued for copyright infringement since it plays out very similarly to Hell House. Opens with a man scared to death in the house, the owner contacts a parapsychologist, who assembles her crew, including a media specialist to film the proceedings, and two mediums, one a mental medium (her husband) and the other a physical medium, and a security crew of three to make sure no criminal hanky-panky intrudes. There's even a nifty hand-held device for capturing the spirit. James Quinn is the lead actor, his character a gruff, snarky former cop now a security guard, and he's okay. Linnea Quigley shows up to offer a nude scene; nothing against Quigley, but while her presence sometimes indicates a fun movie, it rarely indicates a good one. Tenney also directed The Night of the Demons (meh) and Witchboard (not awful), but the script for this one doesn't really hold up well.