Der Schnüffler

Promising blend of hard-boiled crime flick and campy detective yarn that doesn't quite go the distance. Pulpy plot features a gaggle of cartoony characters and Frank Sinatra at his wiseass best playing Florida private dick wrapped up in convoluted mystery centering on millionaire's daughter (Sue Lyon). Terrific supporting cast includes Gena Rowlands (looking lovely), Jill St. John (at her slinky, sexy best), Simon Oakland and Richard Conte, but the plot runs out of gas somewhere in the second act. A bit stronger than its immediate sequel, "Lady in Cement", and Sinatra's panache is definitely worth checking out. After getting out of a rickety elevator, he tells the female operator, "Nice riiide." **1/2 from ****

The guy Sinatra is looking for throughout the film is named Nimmo. I just couldn't let that go by without comment. This is good light entertainment. Florida in the 1960's is not bad to look at. A few good laughs thrown in. All in all not a bad flick. Ms. Rowlands looked incredible. Almost Grace Kelly good looking. St. John was good. Conte was good. Simon Oakland did his usual great job. Oakland must have been working somewhere every day of the 60's and 70's. And Frank was Frank.

This is one breezy film. Sinatra one lines himself solidly throughout. In films like this, there aren't many moments of reflection. This saves us the trouble of examining the plot and the character motivation too intently. The benefit to the viewer is that the whole experience remains visceral and on the surface. On occasion I like films that don't challenge me, that simply vibrate with a peculiar sort of corrupt, smarmy, highly heated decaying fun. Sinatra dashes all over Miami in search of his maguffin. He pops in to the lives of many marginalized denizens of the underworld. He gets a taste of the lives of the newly rich and partially famous. His alter-ego, Richard Conte, provides a mundane, safe balanced universe for him to rest up in from time to time but the bulk of his characters time is spent in high risk action and lots of smart-assed talk. And for this viewer, that was just fine.

Sinatra's PI, Tony Rome, shrewdly uses verbal parry and thrust instead of muscle to clear things up. It's a showcase for the actor, without a tuneful song in sight. Plot-wise he's got to figure out where an expensive diamond pin went and where the heck bad guy Nimmo is. Along the way, there's a lot of scenic Miami Beach and bikini clad skin, mainly Jill St. John's. But what grabbed me was the innuendo, intentional or not. Catch the brief scene with Mrs. Schuyler and her repetition of a lost pussy. That exchange with Rome is simply dropped in, and has nothing to do with the plot. Perhaps it was included on a dare. Tellingly, there're other, albeit passing, innuendos, as well. After all, this was a period when the counter-culture was taking hold and the repressive Production Code was all but dead.

It's also a good chance to catch a number of Hollywood vets in supporting roles, especially noir icon Richard Conte as a cop. All in all, it's a smoothly done (Gordon Douglas) eye- catcher. Moreover, the high-key Technicolor is about as far from classic gumshoe noir as possible. Happily for Sinatra the actor, it's a restrained showcase. Just bring your note pad to keep up with the tricky plot.

You must be a fan of 60's movies to like this flick. Negative comments about this movie are negative comments about 60's movies in general.

Tony Rome is an ex-cop, current private dick who is hired by a family to find there missing jewels. Rather unique things happen, the movie is over, and you are either a bigger Sinatra fan, or at the same level.

My advice is to imagine you are sitting in a 1967 Olds 442 at the drive in, and the rest will take care of itself.