Body Fever (1969)

Co-writer / director Ray Dennis Steckler pays homage to film noir with this straight faced little drama. He also stars, as low rent private eye Charles Smith, hired by a man named Ferguson (Alan Smith) to locate his former secretary Carrie Erskine (played by the sexy Carolyn Brandt, who was at one time Mrs. Steckler), who absconded with $150,000 worth of heroin that Ferguson was holding for big cheese mobster Big Mack (Bernard Fein). Big Mack actually doesn't seem to care that much about the theft; he just wants Ferguson dead. And a lowlife bad guy associate of Carrie's, Frankie Roberts (Gary Kent), wants in on the action.It's interesting to see Steckler, he of the notoriously limited budgets, actually take himself somewhat seriously. The result is a moderately entertaining movie, one with no real fireworks but a story that proves to be at least watchable. It comes up short in terms of exploitable elements - there's no gore and no nudity, and the few sex scenes that occur are done rather tastefully. The cast does some good work. Steckler is likable enough in the lead, and Ms. Brandt, who wears a Catwoman-like costume for the theft, is certainly easy on the eyes, as are the other ladies such as Dina Bryan as Charles's secretary Stella, Bret Zeller as drug addict Carol Hollister, and Pat Jackson as model Julie Richards. Fein and Kent are effective antagonists, and there are also roles for Ron Haydock as the slimy photographer and Coleman Francis (director of the classic "The Beast of Yucca Flats") as Charles's old friend.B movie aficionados may find this to be a refreshing change of pace for Steckler as it keeps silliness to a minimum.Five out of 10.

Amiable private detective Charlie Smith (a charming and likable performance by Ray Dennis Steckler) tries to find elusive cat burglar Carrie Erskine (Carolyn Brandt at her most foxy and enticing) who has stolen an expensive stash of heroin from ruthless drug ring kingpin Big Mack (robustly essayed with growly gusto by Bernard Fein). Charlie and Carrie plot together to double cross the gangsters who are after them. Steckler does a sound job of covering all the nifty noir bases: Hard-boiled narration, grimy locations, a groovy jazz score by Henri Price, a tough gritty tone, an amusing sense of cynical humor, rough'n'tumble fisticuffs, several hot dames (Brandt in particular makes for a perfectly tasty and duplicitous femme fatale), a convoluted plot, and affectionate nods to Humphrey Bogart and vintage 40's film noir classics. The wonderfully seedy rogues' gallery of colorful and entertaining low-life characters helps a whole lot: Dina Bryan as sassy secretary Stella, Larry Chandler as hippie pimp Waco, Ron Haydock as the smarmy Fritz the Photographer, Coleman Francis as down on his luck old-timer Coley, Julie Conners as alluring dingbat Shawn Call, Pat Jackson as zonked-out stoner Julie Richards, Herb Robins as wormy lackey Herbie, and, best of all, Gary Kent as vicious dope-peddling hoodlum Frankie Roberts. The slim budget and ragged production values add immensely to the overall deliciously seamy atmosphere. Jack Cooperman's fairly polished cinematography boasts a few snazzy stylistic flourishes. A nice change of pace for Steckler.

Body Fever (1969) * 1/2 (out of 4) Down on his luck detective Charles Smith (Ray Dennis Steckler) starts to investigate some robberies committed by a woman dressed as a cat. Soon he catches the woman (Carolyn Brandt) but instead of bringing her in the two go to work together for some major cash. BODY FEVER is the only time director Steckler would try to make a movie like this in the detective genre and for the most part it's watchable, although even at 78-minutes the film seems to go on forever. It seems Steckler has a small group of people who find entertainment in his films while another group that looks at them as purely trashy, bad movies that make him one of the worst directors ever. I'm not going to call him one of the worst directors ever because considering the budgets he was working with, I think it's pretty easy to see that he had some talent and at least delivered professional looking films. BODY FEVER has a few interesting ideas scattered around but there's no doubt that the picture simply runs out of gas before the end credits and the viewer has to sit through a plot that often doesn't make too much sense. While he doesn't give a "good" performance, Steckler at least keeps you glued to his detective character because it's simply hard to believe him in the role. There are several nice nods to Humphrey Bogart but there's really nothing else linking the two men. Brandt is decent enough in her role as horror fans will enjoy (or be sad) by seeing director Coleman Francis (THE BEAST OF YUCCA FLATS) in a small role. Is BODY FEVER recommended to anyone? Not really unless you're going through the filmography of Steckler but there are certainly much worse films out there.

You really need to hand it to Mr. Steckler...the man could turn a thin dime into a thoroughly watchable motion picture. In BODY FEVER, Steckler stars opposite his gorgeous wife Carolyn Brandt as a private eye hired to find a female drug-runner who has disappeared with a massive heroin inventory. In truth, she is in hiding from the cartel after being robbed of the stash. Steckler hunts her down through a dot-to-dot network of various underworld miscreants, and the search leads him straight to her bed. Odd, colorfully written characters played with surprising motivation help make this noir-inspired film worth a look, though viewers preferring a mainstream Hollywood polish will find the grainy minimalism off-putting. 5/10