Three Blondes in His Life

Everything is in the title, the athletic handsome Jock Mahoney investigates about a colleague disparition and meets 3 sexy blondes who are really "thirsty". There are 2 unforgettable violent fights rarely seen with such energy. Quite fun and entertaining.

Jock Mahoney, a globe-trotting insurance investigator, is called back to the New York office by the head of the investigation agency because one of the detectives in the LA office has disappeared after telling his wife that he was leaving on a business trip and he wants Jock to find him. Jesse White is the apple-eating head of the LA office and works with Jock to unravel the mystery. This movie is great fun if you can endure the opening musical score. Mahoney's acting is more than a little over the top but storyline is interesting and there are a number of attractive women falling all over Jock but who also do a very good job with their parts. The plot gradually unfolds but it does require paying close attention as the missing detective was involved in suspicious investigations with two of the three blonds (The third being his wife). Recommended especially if you enjoy 60's private eye mysteries.

I sometimes refer to the 60's as a forgotten decade movie-wise and here is another good example you won't have heard of, with stars that may not be familiar. It is a straightforward, strictly private eye genre film that PI genre fans will enjoy.

Jock Mahoney was an old-style cool hunk. Check him out ladies, he was very tall with former-movie-Tarzan/stuntman/athlete-fit good looks. Does his own stunts here including being kicked head first down a flight of stairs which he handles with effortless athleticism. Not an actor's actor who "emoted" but the kind of cool dude that wears well for 2 hours and sauntered through Hollywood in those days.

Jesse White gives a clinic on how to be a character actor and works well with Mahoney. Anthony Dexter is perfect as the oily, sleazy gigolo bartender type that populated TV and movies of the era.

Former Miss Denmark Greta Thyssen effectively steams up the screen bombshell/Jayne Mansfield style. She was also a competent actress (see a Perry Mason episode she did) and possibly could have been more of a star under different circumstances.

Despite its lightweight nature this film has some unique little touches such as a glam babe playing piano in the restaurant (I mean really playing it, not fake). You will also note the endless parade of Buicks (why? deal with General Motors?). These Buicks are dinosaurs now but were considered flashy and swank back then.

Catch this film to view an era of Los Angeles and film making that is gone forever and should be remembered, back when a large chunk of the movie business was lightweight and made for entertainment.

Three Blondes In His Life features Jock Mahoney as an insurance investigator who is working a missing persons case. One of is fellow investigators has taken a powder and the file is incomplete.

What we do learn about this guy he wasn't one of God's better creatures. Yet he's missing and e he was a colleague and the rules say you're supposed to do something about it

Elements of The Maltese Falcon and Double Indemnity are in Three Blondes In His Life. It's reasonably good detective but not hardly as good as the cited films.

Jock Mahoney plays the lead in one of those b&w B movies which the cop and lawyer shows on TV were rapidly replacing. Jock travels from New York to L.A. to investigate the disappearance of a fellow insurance investigator and, as a result, quickly becomes acquainted with the three blondes of the title. The "mystery" which confronts him fails to adequately intrigue the viewer and the blondes with whom he interacts lack the hoped-for fascination. The final product of all Jock's efforts is a bare-bones time-killer which evokes its era -- beginning with the title song accompanying the opening credits -- without giving one the slightest urge to re-visit it.

Those looking for a point of interest in this material might consider how it presents Jock Mahoney. Despite his "hunk" status, usually emphasized by frequent "beefcake" scenes, he's shown here in virtually every scene wearing a suit and tie, and he seems to have no sexual interaction with any of the blondes. (They're interested; he's not.) This state of affairs makes the movie seem more like a product of the early 1950s rather than the early 1960s. Jock does have two bare-chest scenes, but they're curiously staged. In the first, he's shown lying belly-down in bed, shirtless, and the only glimpse you get of his chest is an oblique one as he reaches out to answer a telephone. In the second, Jock unbuttons and removes his shirt but you don't see him directly but rather watch his image as reflected in a mirror. It's almost as if Jock's physique is so striking a sight that it must be shown to the viewer only in rationed and carefully-controlled circumstances.