Peeper

Michael Caine is a PI in Los Angeles just after the War. Michael Constantine comes to him and asks him to find his daughter. He had put her in an orphanage in 1918. When he had come back three years later, she had been adopted by a man in a photo. Now he wants Caine to track him down in a plot which mimis and spoofs every nourish movie Humphrey Bogart was in. Along the way he encounters Natalie Wood, who may be the object of his job.

To make the point, the credits are spoken at the beginning by impressionist Guy Marks. It's based on a story by Keith Laumer, a science fiction writer whose works tended to be.... pretty much all the same in his series, and adapted by W.D. Richter, who would write and direct the Doc Savage pastiche THE ADVENTURES OF BUCKAROO BANZAI the following decade. Director Peter Hyams keeps the dialogue moving as fast as he can, but the mannered snappy prose is most of what makes this a spoof...and sounding like the audience has heard it all before.

I found this movie to be incredibly boring. The characters and dialogue were over the top in a bad way.

I did enjoy the character of Anglich. I watched, though, purely for Michael Caine, and as usual, found his acting and character to be entertaining and endearing.

He was way too good for this one.

I don't think Peeper is a very good film, but I agree that it shouldn't have completely fallen off the map the way it did. It was given a belated if limited DVD release last year.

Timing was not on this film's side. Chinatown paid tribute to film noir in classic fashion only a year before it was released; Play It Again, Sam had spoofed it successfully only a year before that. Those two films, not to mention the films of the film noir era, leave Peeper looking very slight indeed.

Still, Caine has fun as an almost bumbling detective, and Natalie brings smarts and unparalleled sex appeal to her role as a shady lady. The supporting cast is pretty nigh flawless as well, and production values couldn't be better. The script, unfortunately, doesn't add add up to much.

Director Hyams, in a special feature interview, recalls telling Natalie to turn around at the end of a long tracking shot at the end of a long day. She asked what would motivate her to do that and he answered that the camera couldn't follow her if she didn't. She paused and said, "okay, I can feel that". It's too bad that at no point in her last decade did Natalie get to make a movie where character motivation was prioritized, but it's unsurprising to hear that she was a good sport about it.

Bumbling PI Leslie C Tucker (Michael Caine) is hired to track down a little girl who was adopted many years ago. Her real father has an inheritance he wants to pass on to her. He tracks the girl to a wealthy family, but there are two daughters. Which of the sisters was adopted? And of course, there are others who would do just about anything to get their hands on the loot.

Peeper is supposedly a film noir spoof. I say "supposedly" because you would expect a spoof to be funny. Watching Peeper, not only did I not laugh, I don't think I even smiled. The script isn't anywhere near as clever and witty as it thinks it is. The jokes fall flat. In fact, flat is a pretty good adjective to use to describe the whole thing. The comedy is flat. The action is flat. The mystery is flat. The acting is flat. Caine is fine, but he's given an abysmal script to work with. It doesn't help much that he has about zero on-screen chemistry with co-star Natalie Wood. Even their scenes together are, well, they're also flat.

Another big problem I had with Peeper is how cheap it all seems. The film is set in the 1940s. Instead, Peeper looks like a poorly dressed film that can't hide its 1970s origins. Rarely did anything have an authentic 1940s feel. The supporting cash doesn't help any either. It's not necessarily their fault, but Michael Constantine, Thayer David, and Don Calfa have a 1970s TV vibe about them.

I honestly think Peeper might have been better had they just made a straightforward 1940s-style PI flick - without the attempts at comedy. I really think I would have enjoyed that much more. As for film noir spoofs, nothing beats Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid. Now that's a funny movie.

4/10

This is one of those movies that is just immensely good fun. First of all, it has an excellent cast. Caine is wonderful as the world-weary London private eye adrift in Los Angeles. Michael Constantine, as the ex-con desperate to find his daughter, has never been better. Natalie is very good as the satin-clad femme fatale. And then there's the outstanding supporting cast. In a sense, this film is a tribute to character actors. Even the unappreciated Robert Ito shows up as the sinister Japanese butler.

But even given the cast, what really shines is the W. D. Richter's script. Especially our hero's brilliant analysis of the location of a house based on the angle of the sun and the shadows it casts, followed by his discovery that: "I wasn't even close. It was in Beverly Hills."

On the other hand, your favorite bit may be the Humphrey Bogart impersonator reciting the credits at the beginning of the film to the accompaniment of a lone trumpet (at least, that's how I remember it; actually, since the other reviewer and I seem to be the only people in the world who have actually seen this film, who's to argue?) It's a sad fact that Peeper has been dumped. It doesn't even appear on most filmographies of Michael Caine. It's not available on video in any form, and I have never seen it appear on television (maybe we can persuade The Mystery Channel to show it, if the tape hasn't disintegrated by now). So if there's a patron saint of forgotten films wandering around this site, why don't you see if you can nudge 20th Century Fox into releasing it. It deserves better.