Private Detective 62 (1933)

Director: MICHAEL CURTIZ. Screenplay: Rian James. Story: Raoul Whitfield. Photography: Tony Gaudio. Film editors: George Amy, Harold McLernon. Art director: Jack Okey. Costumes: Orry-Kelly. Music composed by Bernhard Kaun, directed by Leo F. Forbstein. Associate producers: Tenny Wright, Hal B. Wallis. (Although he is credited in some movie books, and possibly even on IMDb, Wallis did not regard this film as one of HIS movies).Copyright 20 July 1933 by Warner Bros. Pictures, Inc. Presented by Warner Bros. Pictures, Inc. and the Vitaphone Corp. New York release at the Radio City Music Hall, 6 July 1933. 8 reels, 67 minutes.Television title: MAN KILLER.SYNOPSIS: A seedy private eye becomes involved with a lady gambler.COMMENT: A somewhat episodic plot is very stylishly tied together and tautly directed by Michael Curtiz. The movie has plenty of early film noir ambiance and a number of striking scenes in which Curtiz makes full use of some marvelously atmospheric sets. Gaudio's artful cinematography is also a major factor, as is Amy's judicious film editing and Kaun's menacing score.The acting is well-nigh perfect. Powell was born to play this type of role and he receives forceful assistance here from a classic roster of character artists, led by Ruth Donnelly. Arthur Hohl as usual is an absolute stand-out. As the mystery heroine, Margaret Lindsay provides a most attractive foil.One can only wonder why such a great piece of vintage entertainment is not better-known and why it doesn't command the sort of cult following that Powell's more or less contemporary "The Kennel Murder Case" (1933) and "Manhattan Melodrama" (1934) still enjoy today.

Despite the title, this is not a genre movie. There are elements of a whodunit, straight melodrama, and businessman shenanigans, but the results don't easily fall into any category. What appeal the movie does have comes, in my view, from Powell and some good plot twists.So how is Don Free (Powell) going to make a living now that he's been cashiered from the diplomatic service. After all, it is 1933 and jobs of any kind are hard to come by. Some of the movie's best parts manage to convey this sense of an economically depressed time. Anyhow, for Don, there's always a need for private detectives since there's always a need to get the goods on somebody or something. So he fast- talks his way into an agency partnership with an unscrupulous associate, and that's when the trouble begins.Powell's his usual slick self, but without an opportunity for his amusing Thin Man tongue-in- cheek. Shot in just 21 days, the erratic script sometimes shows (follow Janet's path, if you can). Nonetheless, ace studio director Mike Curtiz blends tricky plot elements in smooth fashion so that it's hard to notice. Note, however, the fleeting reference to "snow" (heroin) and "hophead". This is a pre-Code production, while such references to hard drugs would disappear from mainstream movies for several decades. Speaking of hopheads, I'm still wondering if James Bell's Whitey is supposed to be a dash of comic relief or suffering ill effects of his addiction. Either way, it's the movie's only actor's blemish, at least in my opinion. No, the movie's nothing special, except for the compelling Powell who would soon get to show his full range of talents in the delicious Thin Man series.

Once again, the Turner Classic Movies network scores a touchdown for hard-core fans of William Powell !! This film is a depression-era gem and because it features Powell as a good guy who's not above conniving, it works beautifully.The subtext of the movie -- the ritzy society dame who has an amazing knack for winning at roulette -- fully supports the context, which is what does a smart gentleman do when he's down on his luck ? In this film, Powell acts the part with panache and enthusiasm. He's not too good to take on the kind of almost-X-rated detective work that made "private eyes" synonymous with cads and bounders ....But his character draws the line at fleecing the society diva played by Margaret Lindsay. In some ways this entertaining "detective fiction" steps way outside the usual social norms, and for that alone it gets a seven out of ten. Powell is amazingly charming in this film, and given the context of his employment, it is a bit of a fantasy scenario.Like some other films of this specific time period, the fictional treatment of "New York swells" who gamble and win or lose what were then truly fabulous sums of money, was surely part of the appeal to the aforementioned "fantasy." People who were lucky to gross $ 2000 in a year's time, in that time, would have been, perhaps, a bit scandalized by seeing a privileged social butterfly knocking down the "house" for $ 50,000 at the roulette table !! But it made the otherwise fantastic notions of the film ever-so-much more believable.Powell really sparkles in this movie. He's so very suave and urbane and yet just a little bit of bitterness comes through in the way he uses the dialog his character is given. Almost every time I have seen the whole of a Powell performance from this era, I come away somewhat astounded at the fluid nature of his talent."My Man Godfrey" remains my favorite film, of course, in the Powell repertoire but this detective story is both quirky and fantastic and ultimately believable just because Powell carries it all the way through. And yea, the final sequence where he's sprinting up stairs to embrace the lovely socialite -- who proposed marriage to him !! -- is very clever and pleasing. This is a great Powell vehicle and to see it without commercials on TCM was a real pleasure.

A good tight little film. The plot is obvious and creaky but William Powell is as stylish and suave, something he was to perfect later in the thin man series. The direction by Curtiz is well above average for the time ..... some beautiful angle shots, a nice fluid camera and I love the stair bit at the end .... in other words it is not as "stage bound" as a lot of other films from the time. The female lead, Margaret Lindsay,does a good job of looking pretty, and the great character actor Charles Lane turns up yet again. Its only about 67 minutes long and its a hoot .... pity the story isn't up to scratch (although they managed to sneak in a character called Whitey who is a hop head and at one stage is told to lay off the "snow") and it starts off slow otherwise it would be a mini classic ( like Powell's other film of about the same time "Jewell Robbery")