By Richard Winters
My Rating: 5 out of 10
4-Word Review: Private eye doesn’t tip.
Lou (Peter Falk) is a struggling private eye who finds himself being questioned by the police over the death of his former partner whose wife (Marsha Mason) he was having an affair with. While he tries to avoid them he comes into contact with his true love Marlene (Louise Fletcher) whom he broke up with years earlier. She wants him to help retrieve some stolen paperwork and a passport that would allow her new husband (Lorenzo Lamas) to leave the country. Along the way he also becomes embroiled in an effort to retrieve a lost treasure that entails gems shaped like eggs.
After the unexpected success of Murder by Death three years earlier writer Neil Simon was motivated to take another stab at detective/mystery satire. This one though, while still making a profit, which came mainly from the opening weekend until word-of-mouth caused it to plummet, didn’t fare as well. While the first film used a variety of comic elements this one stays focused on the dialogue. Some of it is funny as Simon has always been known to have a knack for the one-liners, but it misses out on a lot of potential humor that could’ve propelled it to a higher comic level. Some examples is when Mason’s character talks about getting her black dress at an all-night mourning widow’s shop or receiving her insurance payout just an hour after her husband died, which all would’ve been much funnier had we seen this played out instead of just discussed. The opening visual bit where we see gunshot victims dead, but still standing with small holes in their forehead is both campy and imaginative and there should’ve been more of that throughout verses having it revert to talking heads the rest of the way making it seem almost like it’s a filmed stage play.
While the sets look authentic to the period, they’re also too similar making it seem almost like they stay in the same room the whole time. Lou’s apartment in particular doesn’t look like a genuine bachelor pad as he’s shown having a replica portrait of the Mona Lisa hanging on his wall, but what kind of single man, who’s portrayed as being quite crass and uncultured, would ever want something like that for a decoration? Since he’s constantly complaining about lack of sex and loneliness, I would think having a scantily clad pinup model adoring his place would’ve been better reflective of the character.
The acting by the male cast is a letdown. Falk is the one exception. I initially thought it was type casting as he was more famous for playing another detective named Columbo and I thought watching this would just remind me of that one, but he’s such a talented performer that he manages to make this character quite distinct to the extent that you never see any connection. John Houseman though, playing a fat person named Blubber, is wasted and the oversized suit that he wears, in order to make him seem more ‘blubbery’ does nothing but make his head seem like it’s getting swallowed up. Dom DeLuise is also a detriment playing someone obnoxious and not all that useful to the story. I was also very surprised why Phil Silvers, who was just as well known as the rest, was given such a tiny role where he’s seen just briefly at the end as a cab driver and given only one line to say. Granted he had suffered a stroke earlier in the decade, but he was in several movies and TV-shows after this, so it seemed like he should’ve been given a bigger role and would’ve been able to handle it.
The females fare better especially Fletcher and Mason as well as Ann Margaret who plays a seductive woman, a type of role she’s typically known for, but having her break into a different accent mid scene is fun. I did though feel that Stockard Channing should’ve had more to do. She was treated almost like someone who wasn’t established even though she already starred in her own movie, the underrated gem Sweet Revenge, and thus could’ve been given more of a comic outlet here. I also didn’t buy into her character being so blase about the parade of women that come out of Lou’s apartment as she had openly stated she was into him sexually, so I think she would’ve been jealous and even upset at the other women she saw with him and not amused like here.
The film also suffers from a lack of hipness and much of this could be blamed on virtually the entire cast being well over 40 and filled with has-beens, with the exception of Channing who at 34 was the only up-and-comer. Having a couple of people in their 20’s could’ve helped give it a more youthful appeal and not made it seem so stale.
Spoiler Alert!
There’s also an error that occurs near the end where Falk is shown at gunpoint backed against a window. There’s then a cutaway revealing someone pointing another gun through the open window, but then it cuts back to a long shot where we can’t see the gun making it seem like it’s behind Falk’s body, so then when it goes off it should have hit him instead of Sid Caesar who was sitting in front of Falk. In either case if the gun was indeed behind Falk, but high enough above his body, so that the bullet would hit Caesar then it should’ve been visible in the longshot and no need for the cutaway.
My Rating: 5 out of 10
Released: June 23, 1978
Runtime: 1 Hour 32 Minutes
Rated PG
Director: Neil Simon
Studio: Columbia Pictures
Available: DVD, Amazon Video, Tubi, YouTube
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