Here's a little number from the swinging 60's. Lew Harper (Paul Newman) is a private investigator hired to look for a missing man. The wife (Lauren Bacall) thinks he's off with another woman. The daughter (Pamela Tiffin) is kind of a man-eater and doesn't really give a damn what happened to her father. The pilot/chauffeur (Robert Wagner) thinks the whole thing is a big joke. Only the family lawyer (Arthur Hill) seems to want to find this guy and that's mostly because he wants to marry the daughter. Harper follows the clues dropped by all the members of this sordid little drama but the climax encompasses more that he could have imagined.
I don't think there is a single person who does not love Paul Newman a little bit. He always looks like he's just sailing along a lake, calm and unruffled. Here, he gets to be a little more gritty and disheveled but he never loses that impenetrable coolness. It's not my favorite of his films, but it's a pretty decent detective movie. I have high hopes for the sequel, which I'll probably watch next.
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