Gather around, for there is a story I would tell about the best movie that you have never seen in your life. That would be Ulu Grosbard's "Straight Time." This is the story of Max Dembo (expertly portrayed by Dustin Hoffman), a parolee who has just been released from a six-year prison stint on a burglary rap. What follows is a primer on what not to do as an ex-con fresh out of the joint. Immediately on the heels of his release from prison, Max looks up an old cronie, Willie (Gary Busey, looking so dirty and disheveled you can almost smell his sweaty black T-shirt and greasy, stringy brown hair). Max is having a hard time playing it straight in the street and is actively seeking his next big score. He soon hooks up with a more stable ex-partner in crime, Jerry (Harry Dean Stanton), and he and Max plan and successfully execute a bank job. Here we learn something very telling about Max: He is greedy to the point that he is willing to take foolish chances (or perhaps he just WANTS to get caught). While the alarm is blaring and Jerry is screaming for him to leave the bank, Max is opening every drawer, refusing to leave until every last penny in the bank's reserve is in his white cotton sack. I will spare you the results of the jewelry store heist that is to follow, but I would warn you that it is a masterfully directed and acted scene that is suspenseful to the point where you will find that your toes are curled at an angle 90 degrees from the floor. "Straight Time" was released in 1978 to an indifferent public and critics alike. It was gone from the theaters after about a two-week run, relegated to obscurity. Despite the somewhat dry, drawn-out and overlong denouement, I would urge all of you within the sound of my voice to rise up, be a champion of the underappreciated, and for the love of God, give "Straight Time" a much-deserved look-see.