The Mugger

Less noir and more procedural crime caper. This one puts a consulting psychiatrist in charge of profiling and leading the investigation of a serial mugger who is terrorizing women and slashing their face. Those who remember Quincy MD will remember why these were compelling stories told from another angle. Deserves a better reputation.

There's a guy going around attacking women late at night, slashing their faces and their handbags. Police psychiatrist Kent Smith catches the case.

It's based on an Evan Hunter novel, his second 87th Precinct novel writen under his Ed McBain pen name. It's a slow procedural, but Kent Smith's calm presence and the expanding circle of characters and the suddenness of the clue revealing whodunnit make it less than a perfect mystery. Still, the shooting in actual New York City locations makes it worthwhile, as does the cast, including Dick O'Neill, James Franciscus, and Renee Taylor.

William Berke's last directorial effort is obviously a cheap affair, and half the characters sound like they've taken elocution lessons from Sheldon Leonard, but there are visual sparks in the movie, particularly the sequence that starts in a Turkish bath and ends with Smith and suspect Arthur Storch running from a crap game. Berke's career wasn't going anywhere in particular when he died at the age of 55 the year of this release. He'd started out in B westerns, and had never gotten an A budget in a quarter of a century, but he liked to give the audience some value for money.

****SPOILERS**** A number of women have been attacked in the city over the last two months where they were mugged of their handbags and had their left cheek slashed by the mugger. Dr. Pete Graham, Kent Smith, a police psychiatrist, after interviewing a number of the mugging victims thinks that the reasons for the muggings is not money but for some kind of sexual gratification on the part of the mugger. Even when we see the mugger in action he looks more like a secret service agent, with his sunglasses and tailored cloths, then your average mugger.

Were introduced early in the movie to Eddie, James Franciscus, a cabbie who's a friend of Dr. Graham and his family his wife Molly, Dolores Sutton, and her younger sister Jeannie, Sandra Church who's having an on and off again affair with Eddie's next door neighbor Grecco, George Maharis. We see right away that there's some connection with the mugger and Eddie's family members, especially Jeannie but just what kind of connection is it?

The mugging of women continue and later in the movie there's a break in the case when it's found out that a certain criminal Skippy Randolph, Arthur Storch, was released from jail in Chicago on July 29. Skippy committed the same crimes that are happening here in town and the crimes just began on July 29. After being arrested and checked out it's found out that Skippy was not involved in the muggings so who can the mugger be?

"The Mugger" is one of those films with a double-plot to it which you don't notice until the very end of the movie. Dr. Graham and the police track down the mugger later in the film but before they do Jeannie becomes a victim but unlike the other mugging victims she ends up being murdered. The film is extremely complicated for a run of the mill crime movie with a surprise ending that exposes the killer of Jeannie but not before the mugger responsible for the earlier crimes was apprehended.

It turns out that Jeannie's killer took advantage of the muggings for cover to kill her and then have him, the mugger, blamed for her death. Unknown to him he was seen with Jeannie the night that she was killed by an undercover policewoman Claire Thownsond, Nan Martin, who was at the dance club shadowing her.

What really floored me was how the killer just went to pieces when he was confronted by Dr. Graham and Policewoman Thownsond with his whereabouts the night of Jeannie's death. I was also surprised how irresponsible both of them, Grahm & Thownsond, were by risking their lives with the killer in a position to where he could have easily have killed them! When all they had to do was have him arrested later at his home where they and the police knew where he lived.

The ending of the movie was a bit off the wall with the killer being chased by the police as he was chasing a ferry and jumps to his death as he missed his ride and gets chopped to ribbons by the ship's propellers. All right the killer wasn't all there and was desperate trying to escape from the police but why risk, and lose, his life trying to get to the ferry! Even if the killer made it he would have been arrested by the police on the other side of the river who were waiting for him?

The Mugger (1958)

A weak and low budget flick, but with some genuine looks at the era that a slicker movie wouldn't reveal. In fact, Hollywood is often gauged at having reached its true nadir around 1958, so an honest movie with all kind of flaws has a leg up on the competition.

The story is simple. A mugger has been successful snatching purses from pretty young women in this very small town for some 10 or 11 muggings. And every time he bothers to leave his trademark--a slash with a knife on the woman's face. We naturally hear the testimony from a few of these women, and the acting varies wonderfully (from mediocre to middling, but in many different ways).

Chief investigator, in a twist, is a police psychiatrist. This is the best actor of the bunch, Kent Smith. He played key roles in two classic horror films more than a decade earlier, in "Cat People" and as a doctor in "Spiral Staircase." He's great in those, and in this one too, despite the surrounding cast. As a shrink he's asked to create a profile of the mugger, and decides on some interesting details, including that the man is tormented and when he is caught he's going to be relieved. You'll see if that's true.

Meanwhile some small town details come through, and it's fun to watch even as you wait for some better drama to develop. The muggings themselves even seem a bit routine to watch. One of them is a

The photography is vivid throughout. There is a smattering of dramatic scenes--gambling with a violent end, a steamy sauna scene, a diner scenario with a dizzy blonde, a big dance hall bash, and so on. It's never dull on that level. And Smith is in most of the movie, holding it up. There are a couple of subplots--other crime matters, a young girl who's too shy to meet a boy, that kind of thing. More curious than gripping, but good stuff for the details.

The city is an unknown, and is usually suggested as a medium to small city place. This makes it weird that so many women are walking alone down dark streets when a known mugger is on the loose. But by the end of the movie we are taken up specifically to 236th Street at the D Train stop. Seems like the Bronx to me (that location has been renamed Tim Hendrick Place, if I'm right about this). Anyway, the locations don't quite jive with the small town feel of the rest of it. The final scene is at a ferry dock going to New Jersey, and I think it's a midtown ferry to Weehawken. There were never ferries from the Bronx to New Jersey (mostly because that part of New Jersey is the Palisades park and cliffs), so the final cab ride must take them down the Hudson somewhere (even though the cab seems to be driving north).

Anyway, you can see how the minutia meant more than the overall plot. I enjoyed it despite everything.

Police psychiatrist Kent Smith is an easy-going, amiable guy, ready to take time from his pursuit of a sunglassed mugger to act as unofficial therapist to easy-going, amiable hack driver James Franciscus (whose wife's sister, living with them, has become withdrawn and hostile). But the mugger has struck 11 times in eight weeks, grabbing women's purses and leaving a superficial knife scar along their jawlines. With the help of his fiancée, policewoman Nan Martin, Kent follows up a number of leads, all of them dead ends. Then the mugger strikes once more, but this time leaves his victim dead - Franciscus' sister-in-law, whom an autopsy reveals to have been three months pregnant....

Part of the pleasure of Ed McBain's seemingly endless series of police procedurals set in the 87th Precinct is that he takes the bizarre and the pathological and makes them mundane - part of the warp and weft of living in a city. The second of his novels to be filmed, The Mugger leeches much of the familiarity away; it ill-advisedly dispenses with the quirky cops of the 87th to center on Smith, a character so four-square that McBain would never have written him.

And though his books may seem garrulous and absent-minded, underneath the disgressions clockwork plots tick away. But in The Mugger, the red herrings really stink. Few adaptations of McBain's series, for the movies or for television, have been quite successful in fidelity to the author's nameless city and the cops who police it, but The Mugger must count among the weakest of them - an inferior follow-up to the same year's Cop Hater.