Nice Guys Finish Dead
The Rockford Files
With a comedy
opus of this magnitude, it sometimes helps to unfurl the plot from the
beginning. A senator is having an affair with a bus driver’s wife, the
bus driver hires a private detective to get evidence, the private detective
uses the evidence to blackmail the senator into abandoning his proposed
legislation against electronic surveillance, they fight and the senator is
killed in the men’s room of a hotel where the United Association of
Licensed Investigators is having its annual Goodhew Award banquet.
The nominees
include Rockford and Lance White (Tom Selleck). A fan of the profession (James
Whitmore, Jr.) stumbles on the body and is accused. The indescribable comedy
that follows is best savored straight with no chaser.
This early bit of
work by Patterson is not unlike Raymond McCarey’s in a way that’s
hard to define, there’s an unusual way of structuring a scene that is
more than cunning. Now, the script by Stephen J. Cannell invites a slew of
options, but Patterson takes his cue from its characterization of the all but
innocently overbearing Lance, who picks up the story (from “White on
White and Nearly Perfect”, dir. Cannell) with the news that his bride,
the boss’s daughter, died after two months of marriage. The reaction shot
of Rockford to this crowning piece of unexpected tragedy in the angelic
hierarchy of Lance White’s life and career is not a close-up but a long
shot across the room expressing Chaplin’s dictum.
Vern St. Cloud
(Simon Oakland), President of the UALI, tells the press from the Hopalong
Cassidy Suite at the Gene Autry Hotel that Freddy Beamer is indeed the
perpetrator, but it was his nephew the bug nut (Larry Manetti) all along.
Erica Hagen plays
a hypnotist named Brandy Alexander engaged to restore Beamer’s memory of
the crime scene, but having a little difficulty with his inability to
concentrate.
Lance is the
central character, even Lt. Chapman is on a par with
his sturdy, steady, pipe-smoking ease of charm. “A hell of a guy,”
says the lieutenant, shaking his head.
Seduced by Madness
The Diane Borchardt
Story
The very ecstasy
of madness, revealed in the last shot, with circumstantial evidence all along
indicating it.
John Mackenzie’s
Act of Vengeance is a close model.
Coppola’s The Godfather shows
an influence on the murder intercut with prayer and preparation
for Easter services. Richard Brooks’ In
Cold Blood is in the general way of things a forebear.
“You see,
there’s one nice thing about a
small town.”
“Yeah, what’s
that?”
“Not too
many people killing each other. That gives us lots of time to concentrate on Mrs.
B.”
Tony
Scott (Variety), “yet another fact-based
meller splats the tube... a slickly produced gripper.”