Review: Mitchell
Joe Don Baker plays the sleepy-eyed
but dogged cop of the title who thinks there’s a criminal connection between
sleazy lawyer John Saxon and crooked businessman (AKA drug kingpin) Martin
Balsam. Harold J. Stone plays a criminal higher up on the chain than Saxon and
Balsam. Robert Phillips plays the superior officer, Jerry Hardin is a desk
sergeant, and Linda Evans plays a hooker/love interest for our leading man.
As shabby as its lead character and
performance, this 1975 husky cop movie from director Andrew V. McLaglen (who
later made the underrated actioner “The Wild Geese”) and screenwriter
Ian Kennedy Martin (creator of TV’s “The Sweeney”) is an uneven
experience. Lead actor Joe Don Baker’s performance is far from his best work.
In fact, it’s proof that he’s a much better support player than lead. However,
the bleary-eyed, yet determined cop character he plays here is not without some
interest. His often lack of giveashit is amusing at times. Baker’s Mitchell
actually reminds me a bit of the title character in the Aussie cop show “Bluey”
(brilliantly dubbed and spoofed on “The Late Show” as the re-titled “Bargearse”),
and Baker’s ‘just crawled out of bed and still hungover’ demeanour certainly
are a different vibe from “Shaft” and “Dirty Harry”.
More problematic is McLaglen’s sleepy
direction, the film greatly lacks energy and muscle. It’s one thing for the
lead character to be a bit lazy-seeming, but it’s not something you want from the
film itself. I don’t think the film is as bad as its oft-mocked reputation
(mostly people who have seen a crudely edited version on TV), but there’s
definitely problems here and McLaglen’s direction being the biggest. I also
didn’t quite buy Linda Evans as the leading lady, her performance seemed
completely ‘off’ to me and I think she belonged elsewhere.
Thankfully the support cast here is
damn solid, with an astonishingly oily John Saxon stealing his too-few scenes.
Martin Balsam and a stoic Harold J. Stone are also good as the other two
villains. A good, if typical blaxploitation-esque music score by Larry Brown (who
did a lot of TV work) and Jerry Styner (the OK “…tick…tick…tick…”) tries
to inject some life into the proceedings.
Serviceable at best 70s cop movie
featuring an unconventional lead and awfully sluggish direction. The supporting
cast do what they can, but this one’s as sleep-deprived as the title character.
Rating:
C+
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