|The Lords of Flatbush|
Official DVD cover
|Directed by||Martin Davidson|
|Produced by||Stephen F. Verona|
|Written by||Martin Davidson|
Sylvester Stallone (additional dialogue)
|Music by||Joe Brooks|
|Edited by||Muffie Meyer|
|Distributed by||Columbia Pictures|
|Box office||$4 million (rentals) (US/Canada)|
The Lords of Flatbush (stylized on-screen as The Lord's of Flatbush) is a 1974 American drama film directed by Martin Davidson and Stephen Verona. The film stars Perry King, Sylvester Stallone and Henry Winkler. Stallone was also credited with writing additional dialogue. The plot is about street teenagers in leather jackets from the Flatbush neighborhood of Brooklyn, New York.
Set in 1958, the coming of age story follows four Brooklyn teenagers known as The Lords of Flatbush. The Lords chase girls, steal cars, shoot pool and hang out at a local malt shop. The film focuses on Chico attempting to win over Jane, a girl who wants little to do with him, and Stanley, who impregnates his girlfriend, Frannie, who pressures him to marry her. Stanley agrees to marry her, even after finding out before the wedding that Frannie may never have been pregnant. Butchey Weinstein is highly intelligent but hides his brains behind a clownish front, while Wimpy Murgalo is a loyal follower in awe of Chico and Stanley.
In addition, other notable names amongst the supporting and background performers include co-director Martin Davidson in a cameo as Mr. Birnbaum, future Academy Award-winner and disco superstar Paul Jabara as Crazy Cohen, future Golden Globe-winner Ray Sharkey as a random student and future Emmy Award-winner Armand Assante as a random wedding guest.
Richard Gere was originally cast as Chico but was fired due to conflicts with Stallone during rehearsals. In a 2006 interview Stallone explained:
We never hit it off. He would strut around in his oversized motorcycle jacket like he was the baddest knight at the round table. One day, during an improv, he grabbed me (we were simulating a fight scene) and got a little carried away. I told him in a gentle fashion to lighten up, but he was completely in character and impossible to deal with. Then we were rehearsing at Coney Island and it was lunchtime, so we decided to take a break, and the only place that was warm was in the backseat of a Toyota. I was eating a hotdog and he climbs in with a half a chicken covered in mustard with grease nearly dripping out of the aluminum wrapper. I said, "That thing is going to drip all over the place." He said, "Don't worry about it." I said, "If it gets on my pants you're gonna know about it." He proceeds to bite into the chicken and a small, greasy river of mustard lands on my thigh. I elbowed him in the side of the head and basically pushed him out of the car. The director had to make a choice: one of us had to go, one of us had to stay. Richard was given his walking papers and to this day seriously dislikes me.