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This film does feature a striking opening: a Doberman struggling with a woman's body in the ocean water. The dog (we find out his name is Murphy) was the woman's pet, but he's assumed to have killed her. That is, until an autopsy reveals that she died of drowning. In FRESH water, no less. This presents a fairly interesting case for cranky small town police chief Abel Marsh (James Garner, solid as always), who reluctantly takes possession of the dog after the canine has been cleared. He also falls in lust with the assistant (Katharine Ross, looking quite fetching) who works for the local veterinarian (Hal Holbrook).

Set in a coastal California town called Eden Landing, but largely filmed on the MGM backlot, "They Only Kill Their Masters" is no great shakes when it comes to the murder-mystery genre, but it kills (pardon the expression) time adequately enough. The filmmaking is competent, but lacks distinction. Lane Slate (also writer of "The Car") scripted, getting some mileage out of a small town setting where there's some seedy things going on behind the picture-perfect facade. His sense of humour, present in many scenes, does help to keep the picture watchable. The main problem is that some people may find the whole thing simply too easy to predict.

The film boasts an incredible cast, including some old-school veterans (June Allyson, Tom Ewell, Peter Lawford, Edmond O'Brien, Arthur O'Connell, Ann Rutherford), but some of them are sorely under-utilized. Garner makes up for that a bit with his effortless charisma, and Ross is appealing. Harry Guardino is a decent foil for Garner as a State Police captain with whom Garner butts heads. Also, a round of applause for the well-trained Dobie who plays Murphy; he can be as sweet as pie, and turn on a dime and become vicious.

If you adore this genre, you'll likely enjoy this one, even if you bemoan the wasting of some of the veteran talent.

Seven out of 10.

I agree wholeheartedly that this film is a screen writing mess, a rest home for aging once-great or near-great stars, and some of the sleaziest plot twists ever to come out of a pre-1975 MGM movie. Nonetheless, I also must confess being, at times, enamored with the film for brief periods of time. James Garner plays a sheriff in a small town out to find out what happened to a woman's body washed up to shore that had seemingly been attacked by her Doberman. the dog is assumed to be the culprit, but soon new evidence shows Garner that the woman led a secret life full of sex secrets with members of the town of both sexes. Anyway, we get lesbian overtones, three some references, love triangles, and so much more than you might expect in a film that was the last to be shot in MGM's Lot #2 with old friends like Arthur O' Connell, Ann Rutherford, Edmond O'Brien, Peter Lawford, June Allyson, and Tom Ewell showing up either in featured roles of cameos. Hal Holbrook plays a vet and adds some subtle subtext to the story despite the bizarre story he is involved with. Don't try to make too much sense out of what is going on and things will at least be adequate to get you through the film. Garner as always is a pleasure. Katherine Ross plays a lead role and the love interest(hard to believe she will be 70 in January!).

A woman is murdered in a small seaside town. The cops investigate but are hampered by bureaucratic infighting, complicated relationships, and a vicious Doberman Pincher.

Looks to me like the script was on a hurry-up schedule. Nonetheless, the movie's got its compensations. Unfortunately, the whodunit part, which is supposed to be the core, is developed in pretty ragged fashion with a number of hanging threads (who is it in the nude photo; what role did the sheriff have, etc.).

The movie's appeal really comes from its unsparing and often humorous look at small town life, particularly the semi-competent 3-man police force. Plus, there are the town characters, generally cameos from movie vets getting a few minutes back in the spotlight. Nonetheless, it's an uncharacteristically grouchy Jim Garner as the chief. But no wonder he's grumpy, since his two underlings are bumblers, at best, while he has to contend with a county sheriff (Guardino) who wants to cut in on the investigation for suspicious reasons. Then too, catch the naughty innuendo that's not supposed to typify small town life. And, on a different note, that burning beach house is a real Technicolor inferno and a movie highpoint.

The movie's also a payday for a number of movie vets who get the amusing small town parts. (Except for Tom Ewell as a badly out of shape cop.) But who could have guessed that the wonderfully preserved June Allyson was all of 55 in her role here; ditto Ann Rutherford, also 55. For old movie fans, these nostalgic glimpses were a treat.

All in all, it's an entertaining movie, even with a ragged script. Then too, judging from the Malibu location, plus the timing, I wouldn't be surprised that the movie inspired Garner's TV hit, The Rockford Files (1974-1980). But it's a much more typically amiable Garner in the Rockford role than he is here. Anyway, I hope they paid Murphy double biscuits since he's a good enough actor to compete with the many movie veterans.

James Garner is the police chief of a small town. A woman turns up dead, and it's accepted that her own dog, a doberman, killed her. As he investigates the matter, however, new facts come into focus that exonerate the animal..... and makes his own loneliness apparent to him.

It's a pleasant little romance with Garner in modern dress, looking a little seedy as he and Katherine Ross fall in love with each other. It's a very minor effort, but it's eked out nicely with many small roles taken by familiar faces: Hal Holbrook, Harry Guardino, JUne Allyson, Peter Lawford, Edmond O'Brien, Ann Rutherford..... is this where old MGM stars retire to?

The film opens up with a view of the ocean and their is a woman floating in the water and a Doberman is biting her and trying to pull her on shore. Abel Marsh, (James Garner) is the Chief of Police and at first accepts the fact that this dog did the killing, until the CSI staff determine she was drowned in a bathtub and then placed in the ocean because she had fresh water in her lungs. There are cameo appearances by some veteran actors like: June Allyson, (Mrs. Watkins), Tom Ewell, (Cop), Peter Lawford, (Mr. Campbell). and Edmond O'Brien, (Liquor Store Owner) Abel Marsh and Kate Bingham, (Katherine Ross) meet and they both burn up the screen with some torrid love making. If you like James Garner, you will enjoy his great acting in this film. Enjoy

It was better than it should have been. It seems like it was first slated as a movie-of-the-week but then an fading MGM figured to score some box office bucks with the gimmick of this being one of their last movies shot on a studio lot. Casting MGM veterans in small parts helped some but, this being a detective movie, Jim Garner has to carry it all the way. Which he does with his usual aplomb.

It's a movie of its time. It's a small-town murder mystery with a back story which might have come from a Playboy or Penthouse fiction piece; the type no major studio would have looked at just three years earlier (it was made in 1972), let alone in MGM's heyday.

Faults aside, this movie has its interesting plot twists ratcheting up what little tension there is, so I was hooked until the end. But a loose-end or two are never answered - where did the fresh water come from? And if it was from the bath tub, was any fluoridation found? What happened to Peter Lawford's girlfriend? In one scene she's waving hello with her generous bust; in the next - a crucial one involving PL's character - there's patently no trace of her nor does anyone ask. Eh?

Hal Holbrook and Katherine Ross form the remainder of the troika of leads; Holbrook as the county vet and Ross as his long-haired, long-legged assistant from New York. In other words, she's really there to become romantically involved with Garner's character (a cinematic must.)

Harry Guardino's county sheriff brings in his boys when things get tricky but to no any real effect except the last scene. Garner's character never feels the case slipping away from him or the noose tightening as with Humphrey Bogart's Sam Spade in 'The Maltese Falcon.'

June Allyson has a cameo, bringing in yet another plot twist. A better screenwriter and/or director would have put her in more of the picture. Her brief presence lights up the screen far more than the rest of the cast combined - maybe she should have played the detective.

I saw this movie when I was ten-years-old with my cousin Johnny. My memory is a bit fuzzy, but I remember liking it. It seems that Dobermans were capturing the imaginations of Americans from Los Angeles to New York, and this film reflects that craze. Does anyone remember that crazy movie about a group of Dobermans that were trained to commit crime. It's odd how certain dogs become really popular, then aren't very popular at all. That said, I decided to watch this film again...and you know what, it's a really good movie filled with veteran actors who know how to act. Not fast-paced, but a darn good whodunit that will leave you guessing until it is all revealed. A must for James Garner fans. Quite possibly his best, if you don't include the "Great Escape" or "Support Your Local Gunfighter."

One has to wonder if David Lynch was inspired by this film when developing his cult-favorite TV series "Twin Peaks". Similarities abound (dead female washes ashore, sleepy town with ugly sexual underbelly, inept police force, quirky citizens, references to pie, to name a few....) Garner plays the police chief of a small coastal town called Eden Landing (mostly represented by the MGM backlot!) When a divorcée is found along the shore with her Doberman at attendance and bite marks all over her, it is presumed that the dog killed her. However, he soon realizes that someone else is involved. Through his investigation, he interacts with quirky locals who are portrayed by a plethora of old time movie stars (some of whom hadn't worked on screen in years.) O'Brien looks really unhealthy and only worked another year or two after this. Ewell (who once flirted on screen with Marilyn Monroe) is also looking really rough. (Trivia: Evelyn Keyes played his wife in "The Seven Year Itch" and Anne Rutherford does so here, so he played husband to both of Scarlett O'Hara's sisters from GWTW.) Lawford is rail thin and knee-deep in the "mod" look he would later take even further. The worst injustice is saved for Allyson. Her character is completely, totally unbelievable and underdeveloped. Things had definitely changed since she and Lawford filmed "Good News" on the same backlot! Garner is aided somewhat by veterinarian Ross (whose lab coat is longer than her mini-skirts) and to a lesser degree by bumbling Connelly and Guardino as a trigger happy state police captain. Holbrook gives another one of his wonderful performances in which it's impossible to tell if he's good or bad. The script is trashy and occasionally meandering. If anyone wants to hear Garner and Ross toss around words like "faggot" and "dyke", here's the chance. Or try a drinking game. Every time someone says "neat", do a shot. Most folks will be under the table by half time. Nearly everyone who doesn't live in Eden Landing is presented as either a troublemaker or a sex fiend. This gives the film a certain oddity value. Not only do the characters think of outsiders as freaks, but the filmmakers seem to feel that way too! (Witness Lawford's girlfriend and the bizarre barroom brawl started by two out of town punks, one of whom actually wears a huge measure of chain around his neck!) The film also serves as a time capsule for horrible '70's decor. Check out the beach house's kitchen and its foil wallpapered bathroom!

One of the first vehicles of the 1970's catering to the 1970's Doberman craze; although this particular pooch is more a McGuffin than pet: A friendly yet sometimes growling, possibly deadly red-herring that could provide California small town sheriff James Garner some clues...

He plays writer Lane Slate's rural lawman, Abel Marsh, in the first of three movies (Andy Griffith took over the rest); and while this is the only one made for the big screen, with a lightweight, glossy main score it both sounds and plays like a Movie Of The Week...

Even the town itself, the last chance audiences got see the Universal lot, is pure television, as is Garner's affable manner despite throwing around a few glib curse words and references to homosexuality...

The latter concerns the woman who dies in the beginning, seeming killed by the dog, Murphy... And, adding to the sporadic attempts to fit into the progressive, post counter-culture era, the beach-drowned victim is the bisexual wife of classy Peter Lawford, hanging around a young, full-chested and very straight Jenifer Shaw...

But it's natural-beauty's natural-beauty Katharine Ross who provides Garner both an ingenue and a possible twist... One of several moments where THEY ONLY KILL THEIR MASTERS wakes up from its episodic daze and becomes the Old School Detective/Neo Noir Mystery it strives for (but not quite often enough).

A Doberman is trying to drag the body of dead woman to shore on a beach overlooked by a vintage shore front house where a lot of the action will occur in this film with a classic performance by James Garner as a small town detective who investigates the case, saves the Doberman from euthanasia, and in the process gets involved with sexy veterinarian assistant Katharine Ross, who's left New York and a failed marriage, and her boss, town vet Hal Holbrooke, who's involved in a weird marriage with June Allyson. Edmond O'Brien also gets some strange lines as the owner of the town liquor store who's made a few deliveries to the beach house. The best parts of this movie are outdoors, or in the beach house, or at night driving to the beach house through a one lane tunnel with a traffic signal at both ends. The film seems to be trying to play catch-up with some bizarre stereotyped sexual revolution that probably never happened, and has some truly bizarre lines to go along with the ever twisting unraveling of the plot.

The small seaside town at the heart of "They Only Kill Their Masters" keeps promising to become its own character within the film (or, at the very least, a red herring). With it's ocean-front home belonging to a kinky divorcée (whose body washed up on the beach), its neighborhood restaurants and watering holes, its veterinary office with a waiting room full of barking dogs, and a half-empty police station where chief James Garner works, the movie has the look of an old-fashioned detective yarn: charmingly phony and contrived. Garner, sheepishly resigned to his post peopled by semi-competent underlings, slowly unravels peculiar case of a dead woman who had recently kicked her husband out to be with another woman (or so she said!). There are some clever dialogue exchanges here, as well as some tasteless ones (the bit about a woman's bitten breast is a low-point). Garner shuffles about, occasionally breaking up a fight or cooking dinner for Katharine Ross, a pretty working girl who may be a suspect (her naked rear end could provide a clue!). Diverting entertainment, though not especially memorable or cunning. The plot pieces do fall together (sort of), and it's satisfying on a minor level. ** from ****

A doberman is blamed for the death of his female owner in a small seaside California town. Chief of police Abel Marsh (James Garner) investigates. He goes to retrieve the dog from the vet Dr. Warren G. Watkins (Hal Holbrook) where he meets his assistant Kate Bingham (Katharine Ross). They intend to put the dog down but the autopsy reveals the cause of death to be an unusual drowning. The dog was actually trying to save her.

The investigation seems to be stuck in neutral while Abel spends the first hour pursuing Kate. I kept waiting for him to do some police work. This may be a good setup for a TV show but it's overextended as a full theatrical movie. I do like Garner. That dog has the scariest scene. As for the needle, what the heck is Abel doing? One could see that coming from a mile away. He should be dead. The whole thing is ridiculous. Abel is not a particularly good cop. He's taking the good ole boy to a stupid amount.

This is a cute little movie that is of"B" quality but better than most and certainly better than most TV Movies. In the story there is a beautiful Doberman named Murphy who is believed killed someone. I won't disclose the ending. There is a chemistry among all the actors that keep the movie together. I read lately that this was the last movie that this particular movie company made before the backlot was bulldozed for another use. I had a Doberman after this movie and I called him Murphy in memory of him. Absolutely worth watching at least once. Not to be confused with the other James Garner movie called "Murphy's Romance".

They Only Kill Their Masters is a film that for some reason the sinking studio of MGM decided was worthy of a theatrical release as opposed to a spot on television. Today it would probably be on either Court TV or the Lifetime Channel.

James Garner is the chief of police at a small California coast town of Eden's Landing and a woman's body is found on the beach, all chewed up with her Doberman standing over it. The natural assumption is the Doberman turned on its master. But Chief Garner ain't so sure and he turns out to be right.

His investigation takes him through a very colorful cast that MGM assembled to support him. Luminaries of Hollywood and MGM's days gone by like Edmond O'Brien, Arthur O'Connell, June Allyson, Tom Ewell, Ann Rutherford, Peter Lawford are all here. So are Hal Holbrook the town veterinarian and Katharine Ross his lovely assistant. And so is Harry Guardino the county sheriff with whom Garner has a less than friendly rivalry.

Of course Garner solves the case and with a few of the people listed above meeting their own demises. Garner did better episodes on his Rockford Files TV series which was soon to happen for him.

It had to happen or Mr. Garner would have come up short one career.

A Glaring Example of the Generation Gap in Full Flower is this Awkward Attempt by MGM to be Hip. It Sprinkles this Sweet Pile of Sugar with some Sour Dialog that Reeks of "Newness" in the Popular Culture Renaissance.

James Garner is the Least Embarrassing Item On Screen as He Manages, Mostly, to be the Congenial Tour Guide through this Clunky Attempt at a Rubbernecking Peek at the New Aesthetic, that here is Straight and Uncensored Talk about the Gay Lifestyle. For the Squares there is also some Attempt made at Hetrosexual Relationships, Albeit with a Swinger's Philosophy.

The String of Character Actors and Other Old Fogies that show up do Nothing More than Widen the Gen-Gap and the Movie is Wholly Witless. Just One More Nail in the Studio Coffin that had No Clue how to Approach the Cultural Revolution because it was so Steeped in Conservatism and for the Most Part there would be Little Mourning. Their Day was Long Past and the Struggle for Survival was Nothing Short of Painful.

But twice as long. Hal Holbrook was in everything back then it seems. Katherine Ross was pretty hot but never gets naked. My verdict pass