The Plot against Harry is hilarious and often poignant. It was shot in 1969 but was held up because of a lack of completion funding. B&w pic is a sociological fossil of manners, mores and life in the 1960s.
Harry Plotnick (Martin Priest), a smalltime Jewish numbers racketeer, gets released from prison and expects to pick up the gambling circuit he ran in his old neighborhood. His loyal schlemiel assistant/chauffeur Max, in cruising through his old turf in Manhattan, makes him realize the world has changed, and blacks and Hispanics now have dibs on his area.
In a farcical accident, Harry hits the rear end of a car carrying his ex-wife Kay and his ex-brother-in-law Leo and wife. Without missing a beat, Kay introduces Harry to the daughter he never saw, Margie (now pregnant), and her husband Mel, in an almost touching encounter.
As the story unfolds, Harry is faced with a new world and the gnawing lures of the solid middle-class family life that he’s always eschewed.
The Plotnick family is boisterous, upfront, multilayered and Jewish in a way that Philip Roth would savor parodying. The cast is uniformly solid, delivering their sparklingly crisp dialog straight.