Thu 5 Oct 2017
A Movie Review by Jonathan Lewis: THE DETECTIVE (1968).
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THE DETECTIVE. 20th Century Fox, 1968. Frank Sinatra, Lee Remick, Ralph Meeker, Jack Klugman, Horace McMahon, Lloyd Bochner, William Windom, Tony Musante, Al Freeman Jr. Screenplay by Abby Mann, based on the novel by Roderick Thorp. Director: Gordon Douglas.
Frank Sinatra puts in a terrific performance as Joe Leland, a hard-nosed, tough New York City detective who lives his life according to his own sense of personal honor. He’s very much the white knight in a corrupt society, one plagued with drug abuse, poverty, and greed. The Detective is an unusually gritty, almost noir, film that isn’t particularly well directed, but is nevertheless worth a look.
When Leland is tasked with solving a brutal murder of man known to be a homosexual, he must not only race against time to solve the crime if he is to get his promotion, he also needs to be cognizant of the sensitive nature of the case (this is 1968, not 2017). He later learns, however, that the man he sent to the chair for the heinous crime wasn’t the guilty party and that his latest case – the apparent suicide of a businessman at a racetrack – is related to the aforementioned murder. It’s a solid plot that, despite some poor editing choices, all comes together in the end.
The plot also delves deep his personal life. Although he’s a good cop, all is not well at home for Leland. He’s married, but separated. Understandably so, given that his wife, a sociology professor (Lee Remick) is essentially a sex addict and has repeatedly cheated on him. Leland doesn’t much care that she’s going to see a psychiatrist or that she knows she needs to work through her issues. A cheating wife to him is against his personal code of how things are supposed to be between a husband and his wife. So it’s splitsville for the two of them.
Fortunately, he’s got a buddy in fellow cop, the very Jewish Dave Schoenstein (Jack Klugman) who provides the emotional support he seems to need, but would never ask for. It’s Sinatra and Klugman, along with Ralph Meeker, who portrays a sleazy and corrupt cop, who are really what make the film work.
Because what doesn’t work in The Detective – and I can’t be emphatic enough on this – is its reliance on flashbacks to tell the story of how Leland and his wife met and how their marriage fell apart. In fact, it may be the single worst use of flashbacks I’ve seen in a movie. Indeed, not ten minutes into the movie, right after the scene in which Leland discovers the mutilated body of the gay socialite, does the film shift to a nearly twenty minute flashback that has nothing to do with the crime. I almost wanted to stop watching. I’m glad I didn’t because the second hour of the movie, the one without flashbacks, is unquestionably superior to the first.
October 5th, 2017 at 4:27 pm
To understand where this film went wrong, read Roderick Thorpe’s excellent novel.
October 5th, 2017 at 9:06 pm
Thorp wrote a novel about a detective, the movies made it into a detective movie and forgot the novel part. At that, glimpses of what could have been peek through. It doesn’t help the movie plays like a television movie serial cut into feature length for the European market.
October 5th, 2017 at 9:19 pm
I never read the book, although it was a much talked about bestseller at the time. And until I posted Jon’s review I never knew there was a sequel Nothing Lasts Forever, a book some clever movie makers turned into Die Hard. There is never a time that comes when you can say that you know everything you ought to know.
October 6th, 2017 at 10:05 am
Sinatra’s contract for sequels required he be offered what became Die Hard.This was the film that he demanded Mia Farrow do instead of Rosemary’s Baby, which led to her being served divorce papers on Rosemary’s set. Either way, she was married to The Devil.