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  • Unknown or forgotten, and never released on video, this unexpectedly gritty film from Robert Culp (who also directed) and Bill Cosby is light years away from their popular I Spy series. As two low-end private eyes, neither has ever been more effective on screen before. An interesting, atypical contrast of styles in their acting; Cosby plays it humorless, (in a realistic, lived-in fashion, not a tough guy caricature) while Culp is alternates several nice modes for his character.

    The earliest directorial effort from Walter Hill stands among the best of his career (it would make a fine double bill with his classic THE DRIVER), and also among the best of the rich era of 1970's crime dramas. It was released by United Artists and the rights-holders would do us a favor to release it for sale. It has some class-A action scenes and two terrific central performances. Hopefully will soon see the light of day again and gain some of the reputation it so deserves.
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    The early '70s was a goldmine for Los Angeles noir, as the city matured and the independent film came along for the ride. On the surface, this film is a great example: a complex, almost viscerally intuitive plot, excellent cinematography, decent and often interesting direction and editing, and like so many films shot during this period in Los Angeles, a kind of pre-nostalgia for the often-dark place that was disappearing, and turning into something even worse, a place of mindless, impersonal violence, with the bland corporate character of the late 20th century.

    That said, the film suffers from perhaps being too understated, and certainly too nihilistic. Fans of Walter Hill might take issue, but this is a problem I have with most of his films; while they might be visually interesting and often brilliant, they are so hopeless as to make one wonder, as the characters in this film do aloud, what the point is. In this film there are two survivors, the title characters; nearly every other character is killed or so one-dimensionally hateful that it renders the conclusion quite unsatisfying. I especially felt the lack of character permitted to Cosby and Culp; while they were certainly playing against their debonair banter in "I Spy" on purpose, Hill's screenplay renders them so oppressed and silent that they are almost outside the story, like some existential Pinter characters dropped in to intentionally find the rock-bottom. It was a valiant effort, but after the final carnage, I found it so pointless and yet a clear sign where Hill was going, into a glamorous, beautiful world of violence for its own sake.
  • Walter Hill wrote a string of excellent crime films in the 70s: The Getaway, The Warriors and The Driver. Hickey & Boggs is the weakest of the bunch, but it's still a very good film.

    It was directed by Robert Culp who also plays the co-starring lead. Direction wise it is very good, but workman like. It is helped immensely by a great script with snappy dialogue. I can't help, but think if Hill or Peckinpah had directed it that it might have a bit more flair.

    Robert Culp lacks the charisma of Clint Eastwood or Steve McQueen. He's a fine actor though and is physically imposing even next to Bill Cosby. Bill Cosby plays it straight, no jokes, no silly laugh; just a tough guy role. The role lacks something that Eddie Murphy brought to 48Hrs, maybe just humour. This pre-dated the buddy cop style of film by a decade though, which has been the blueprint ever since.

    Bill Cosby's private life has since buried this film like a suitcase of stolen money. I think if you can look beyond that it is a very good film with some great stunts, sharp dialogue and action scenes. Like all 70s films it also has cops who look like real people rather than male models and criminals who are genuinely nasty rather than corny pantomime gangsters.

    The Blu-Ray from Kino Lorber has a superb print, but only 2.0 sound. It's sadly difficult to find.
  • cabrelli930 July 2004
    A real treat. Cosby is straight as an arrow. Reminds me of Lee Marvin, here. Culp uses very simple but arresting technique in this directorial debut. His style may look limited but it is hard to imagine a film edited and paced in such a style today except maybe Soderberg's THE LIMEY. This is a key film in the PI genre. It should be seen. Very intelligent, very enjoyable and marvelously put together. It has the pitfalls of the era, the 'heavies' are like lumbering monsters and there is probably one chilli dog too many. But these are quibbles. It's a pity Cosby wasn't in more movies like this. And a damn shame that Culp never picked up the camera again. 8/10
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    There are several things which are attractive from this film.

    The pairing of Robert Culp (also directing) with Bill Cosby again. They were very good on televisions I Spy and are just as good here.

    The nostalgic look at the LA Colesium with footage of a 1972 Rams-Falcons game including Rams Punter Pat Studstill and some vintage Dodger Footage, Culp sneaking in a line from one of the female co-stars telling Cosby he has a bad sense of humor.

    The action is pretty good and the photography are strong. The plot while predictable is OK. There is a lot of gunfire but not as much blood as the Clint Eastwood films of the same period.

    Film noir from the 1970's.
  • This was supposed to be a sensation of its time -- the return of the I SPY tv duo, Culp and Cosby. Culp directed this, is first and only feature film. The look is medium-low budget, using Los Angeles downbeat noir locations in the over-lit television visual style common in the early 70s. There's plenty of thoughtful details to add flavor, but if you don't watch closely, you'll miss most of it, because it's intentionally played so quietly. You'll barely notice the almost complete lack of musical soundtrack, except for punctuating the action scenes.

    You won't miss anything by missing this. But you won't regret it either. It's not wasted time. It's just not a special time. At least they didn't play it for gags. Not any gags, whatsoever. At least there was that. There is a little different twist -- a sports coliseum scene that's shot differently than we usually see in movies like this. That's Culp trying to show what he's got. Most beginning directors who were known as actors, try to do that.

    Oh yeah, Bill Hickman plays in it, and not primarily as a stunt driver like he was in BULLITT and THE FRENCH CONNECTION.
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    This film marked a reunion of Bill Cosby and Robert Culp-who also directed this one-from the "I Spy" TV series. In that show, they were spies that seemed to be having fun wherever they went. Here, they're detectives who've experienced many hardships and are going to experience more which makes this more of a downer to anyone expecting anything fun. To tell the truth, the plot mostly confused me but when it gets near the end and something tragic happens to one of them, that's when I was excited about the outcome. The script was written by a newcomer named Walter Hill who eventually also started directing a few years later, having eventually helmed Eddie Murphy's impressive film debut in 48 HRS. I noticed some of the supporting players, then got surprised when I didn't recognized others when looking at the end cast list. So on that note, I say give Hickey & Boggs a chance.
  • "Hickey & Boggs" is a crime film with Bill Cosby and Robert Culp perfoming two private investigators looking for a missing woman in a story by the cult director / writer Walter Hill. Maybe in the 70's this movie worked but in the present days it is dated and confused. This is the only feature directed by Robert Culp. My vote is four.

    Title (Brazil): "Os Perigosos" ("The Dangerous")
  • Action and suspense films from the early 1970s have a distinctive period flavor to them. The surprisingly effective Hickey and Boggs – co-star Robert Culp's sole directorial effort – embodies that disillusioned and dissolute era of movie making. The rough and choppy editing, the oddly cropped shots keep the viewer on edge; so do the less than pristine cinematography and the cacophonous sound track, with dialogue overlaid on a constant, dull background roar of ambient noise. Often this proved to be a recipe for pretentious but empty disasters and cynical exploitation films; here, it all works to keep the level of unease – of menace – uncomfortably high.

    Bill Cosby and Robert Culp play the title characters, a couple of down-on-their-luck Los Angeles private investigators. (Many moviegoers of the era apparently expected a big-screen reprise of their successful pairing in the television spoof of the 1960s, I Spy; how wrong they were.) They are engaged to find a missing woman by one of those creepily effete characters who, since Peter Lorre's Joel Cairo in The Maltese Falcon, exist only to set up private eyes in the movies. And as they go about their sleuthing, they uncover a trail of brutally murdered corpses, a situation which does not endear them to the police. They come to learn that the woman they're tracking holds the take from a robbery of the Federal Reserve Bank in Pittsburgh some years before; they've been hired as finger men by one of a number of murky but vicious groups seeking to retrieve the cash.

    The movie forgoes crisp, clockwork plotting for a generalized miasma of corruption, duplicity and malaise. There are allusions to the turbulent politics of the times in the involvement of black militants and Chicano radicals; there are whiffs, too, of the specter of newly hatched sexualities that threaten the status quo. At the scene of one murder, they find crushed amyl nitrite poppers and gay porn, while the jaded oldster who engages them suns himself on a towel sited suspiciously close to a set of swings where young children are cavorting; for that matter Culp, in his cups and a masochistic, self-pitying mood, watches his ex-wife flaunt herself in a strip club to be ogled by drunken strangers.

    The malaise, of course, becomes murderous in Walter Hill's very violent screenplay, touching Cosby's character (his estranged wife ends up tortured to death). Still, the two dead-end dicks soldier on, more though one another's goading than from any code or commitment – they're both on the verge of giving up and sliding down into the vortex of lust, avarice and revenge that has become their world (and by extension, THE world). Describing Hickey and Boggs makes it sound like the ultimate downer; it is, but it's an uncommonly compelling piece of film making, and one that has pretty much fallen through the cracks of movie history.
  • 3-Seasons of the Popular and Acclaimed TV-Series, "I-Spy" that Successfully Rode the Tidal-Wave of "Everything Spy" that Exponentially Created and Cemented the Genre and Became an "I-Con" of the 60's Popular Culture.

    Proudly Displaying, an Against the Grain, Black (African-American) as an In-Your-Face Leading-Man on Television for the 1st-Time Ever and Broke the Color-Barrier/Segregation.

    Not Known for that Alone, but in Itself a Notable, Noble, Turn of the Screw, Helping the Civil-Rights Movement in America with Significance. Apart from that Political and Social Upheaval...

    "I-Spy" was a Very-Good Action-Comedy.

    It Made Bill Cosby a Superstar that Propelled a Career of Way Ups and Way Downs.

    The Apex was Television's "The Cosby Show", a Slice of African-American, Upper-Middle Class Life, a Dramady that Topped the Ratings Routinely.

    The Bottom for Cosby in His Inconsistent Career was "Leonard Part 6" (1987) Often Cited as One of the Worst Movies Ever Made by a Star of Significance.

    In Recent Years His Addiction to Drug-Raping Non-Consenting Women on a Regular Basis is a Down-Fall so Heinous it Defies Explanation or Reason.

    Back in 1972...Cosby Teamed-Up with His "I-Spy" Co-Star, Robert Culp, that Sparred with "Cos" Every Year for the "Emmy" for Leading-Man in a Series.

    Culp was to Direct a Rookie-Screenplay from a Future Cult Writer/Director "Walter Hill".

    It's a Movie Firmly Placed in the "Neo-Noir" Genre. No Compromises, No Embellishments, just a Brutal Noir Character-Study of 2 Private-Eye-Partners.

    That have Seen Their Profession and Their Lives in a Downward Spiral into Irrelevance, and Frustratingly Irredeemable.

    The Feel and Act on the Fact that They have Gone the Way of "The Dodo" and there's No Retreat or Turning Back Option,

    so They Soldier-On Accepting a Case that Momentarily Helps put Them 1-Step Ahead of a Foreclosure on Their Very Existence.

    The Aftermath of the 60's Counter-Culture Revolution had a Profound Effect on "The Arts".

    Movies of the Late 60's and into the 70's were Extremely Different in Tone, Style, and Content than What-Came-Before.

    It was a 180 degree Change in Direction.

    "Hickey and Boggs" is a Prime Example of Neo-Noir, the Private Detective Mystery/Drama, that Always Seemed on "The Edge" Anyway.

    Finally Fell Off that Edge and was Completely Consumed by the "New-Wave"...

    of Pessimism, Cynicism, and was a Presentation as Real as a Heart-Attack.

    It was a Conscious Decision by Culp and Walter Hill for the Film to Embrace the Down-Beat "Realism" and it was Offered as...

    It is what it is...Take it or Leave it...

    Most Folks in 1972 Chose to Leave it...Suffering from its Box-Office Bomb.

    Robert Culp Never Directed Another Film, even though Film-Critics Generally Gave it Positive Reviews.

    The Movie Now Has Attained Cult-Status and is Sought After by Modern Movie-Buffs...

    Worth a Watch.
  • boblipton13 August 2020
    5/10
    I PI
    Robert Culp and Bill Cosby are two PIs in LA. They are hired to track a missing woman, which leads them into a miasma of organized crimes and random violence.

    It's Walter Hill's first credited screenplay. As is his wont, character is indicated by action, rather than talk, with busted relationships that leaves them the only people who care about each other. Director Robert Culp directs decently, with scenes of violence alternating with boredom, with shots indicating their relationship.

    Unfortunately, these alternating sequences leave long, quiet sequences which result in let-downs in pacing. It's an erratic movie. Vincent Gardenia plays the shouty cop who they interact with. James Woods appears in a small role.
  • Fans of neo-noir should take note of Hickey & Boggs, made in 1972. It has a tart and tangy early script from the great Walter Hill and stars Bill Cosby and Robert Culp as two private dicks who are so down on their luck they can't afford to pay their phone bill. The I-Spy duo give excellent performances Bill Cosby is great. This is my favorite Cosby film. Robert Culp, recently deceased,also directed, and he shows a very sure hand behind the camera.

    I was quite surprised by the quality of this film after hearing about it for a number of years. Hickey & Boggs has a gritty downbeat vibe and it feels more desperate and low-rent and real than most private detective movies. A forgotten gem from the 70s.This is certainly one of my favorite films.
  • It would seem that this film would be banking on residual affection for the action spy series of the sixties, "I SPY", where Culp and Cosby played bright, funny pals that joked and wisecracked their way through the cloak-and-dagger adventures. But here, they make no attempt to revive that devil-may-care camaraderie, and apparently thinking they needed to be taken seriously as action stars, play nothing for laughs. They don't kid around at all, in fact they never even smile or get emotional one way or another. They're sullen and tired and cynical with none of the chemistry that worked so well before.It's not like they're hostile to each other, more like indifference, like somebody you work with, but never have any personal stake in. Maybe they thought these characters would be more realistic, but the fantastic situations are not. Several times big exploding catastrophes take place in what should be very public places, yet no one's around. The plot is convoluted and unexciting. Ifyou went in because you liked Cup and Cosby, you'll be disappointed in this downer.
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    In the grand scheme of movie things, there are probably a million movies that will be considered better than Hickey and Boggs, but this almost-missed 1972 crime drama that reunites Robert Culp and Bill Cosby, the two stars of the popular TV series, I Spy, has more than enough golden flecks to justify looking for it on Amazon.

    Al Hickey (Cosby) and Frank Boggs (Culp) are two down-on-their-luck private dicks who share the honors of being fired by the LAPD and having very little to fall back upon . Although the plot sounds hopelessly clichéd (the loot from a bloody armored car robbery resurfaces in LA, and a melting-pot of gangster/corporate suits, black revolutionaries, Mexican immigrants, murderous-but-not- brilliant hit-men, and hysterically angry detectives come after the all-but-divorced Hickey and the alcoholic, pole-dancer-addicted Boggs) screenwriter Walter Hill and director Culp make the viewer care about these two lost and lonely working stiffs who used to be proud, but who are now desperately threadbare.

    I Spy was light and fluffy. Hickey and Boggs bombed at the box office because viewers were expecting a more of the same, a dramedy, but there's damned little humor in this film. Yet, the performances of and the chemistry between Bill Cosby and Robert Culp are so very believable that the audience is left jittery from the suspense of where and how the "torpedoes" will strike again. On a personal level, Hickey's marriage to the beautiful Rosalind Cash is a shambles, and Boggs has all but given up fighting his addictions to booze, girls, and mid-sixties Ford Thunderbirds.

    It's so palpable, so frantic for these men as they try to make a buck, defend themselves from the baddies and the goodies, and get past the professional and personal chaos they have helped to create.

    There is an excruciating moment when Hickey's mother-in-law, the always watchable Isabel Sanford, stands on the porch of her daughter's house, the site of the latest "torpedo" attack, and verbally disembowels Cosby--while Cosby's daughter desperately tries to keep her sanity by mowing the lawn--and you can't quite hear Sanford's anguished, angry voice over the highway noise. The look of defeat on Cosby's face is his character writ small.

    Meanwhile, Culp sits in a strip club, destroying his liver, and is almost in tears as a dancer with dead eyes flirts with him. Like Cosby, he is alone and vanquished. Even the strippers don't care.

    Although the ending is stolidly predictable, the viewer is relieved to see that there is some hope for Al and Frank. There is a lot of shooting, with everyone from the Panther-types to a thoroughly vicious Michael Moriarty either eviscerated or burned to a crisp. They walk off down the beach, slogging through the sand, and, hopefully, they will find a way to repair their lives.

    Yeah, Hickey and Boggs is an artsy downer, but, as I said before, there are enough moments of style and substance in this underestimated film noir to make it both watchable and, to the patient viewer, emotionally accessible. There is a line in Hickey and Boggs, after a nasty firefight in the LA Coliseum, where Culp, instead of saying something pithy or sarcastic about the torpedoes, simply fumes, "I gotta get a bigger gun. I can't hit a damned thing."

    That's a little gold fleck right there.
  • librarys-etc15 March 2012
    The plot jumps all over the place and makes it a confusing watch, trying to figure out how, what, who and why this scene is happening is a struggle. Shame as the cast, photography and score are all first class. Walter Hill's script (8/10) deserved a more experienced director who is great with the cast but cannot make a coherent story. The direction and editing are a master class in how not to make a film. If your a fan of seventies film noir then there is much to still enjoy, i liked Robert Culp's scene in the strip joint where is hangdog face works a treat. And it's always fun watching actors when they are pretty young - James Woods and Michael Moriarty look younger than the socks i'm wearing.
  • Hickey & Boggs is directed by Robert Culp and written by Walter Hill. It stars Culp, Bill Cosby, James Woods, Ta-Ronce, Carmencristina Moreno, Rosalind Cash, Lou Frizzel, Isabel Sanford and Sheila Sullivan. Music is by Ted Ashford and cinematography by Bill Butler.

    Al Hickey (Cosby) & Frank Boggs (Culp) are two jaded private investigators who get hired to find a missing woman and quickly find themselves submerged in a world of murder and untruths.

    I don't think the title does it any favours, because in no way does it imply what a bleak and potent neo-noir this is. In many ways Hickey & Boggs is the anti private investigator film, it portrays two men failing in life who are just about clinging to the last vestiges of their work, that of the private dick. Robert Culp and Walter Hill strip everything back to unglamourous terms, there is nothing remotely sexy or invigorating about this detective agency, Al and Frank do it because it's all they have, all they know in fact.

    The film makers push the two men through a grimy and fetid Los Angeles, pitching them in amongst an array of weirdos, killers, revolutionaries, sexual deviants and angry officials. There's actually a lot of bold colours on show, the two PI's themselves wearing bright lurid blue and green suits, but all the colour coding on show in the film is a front, a misdirection tactic, this Los Angeles is on the surface colourful and sunny into the bargain, but Hickey & Boggs firmly operates on a seedy and downbeat level, the urban milieu as far removed from a holiday brochure as you can get.

    Al and Frank, bless their shabby souls, are damaged goods, incapable of the kind of human interaction that most take for granted. Even between themselves they have lost the will to interact outside of work orientated chatter. In fact chatter is a key issue in the film, or lack of as it turns out. There's some beautifully zippy dialogue throughout, real spiky barbs straight out of noirville, but the pic is at its best, away from the action scenes, in how periods of silence involving Al & Frank say so much. One will either rant or repeatedly ask a question, while the other stares off into space or nurse yet another alcoholic beverage to forget his pain. As a character study, this wades through the sludge and blood to show a clinically cynical hand.

    Then there is the action scenes, excellently constructed by Culp. Two shoot-outs especially are high grade in quality, and extended they are as well. Aurally they are like a Panzer Division unloading its armoury, visually it's intentionally comic book as per bullets used, but excitement is guaranteed, while the finale, is played out on a beach that gives great carnage and then cuts like a knife to close the pic down in the most suitable of fashions. The screenplay is at times a little too aware of trying to be a convoluted nudge nudge wink wink to the halcyon days of film noir, with Walter Hill on his first writing assignment proving to be wet behind the ears, though the eagerness and respect of the style of film making is genuine in the extreme.

    Three absolutes come out of viewing Hickey & Boggs nowadays. One, is that Culp the director, some minor pacing issues aside, really shouldn't have let the film's poor box office prevent him from directing further assignments. Two, is that Cosby shows here he was capable of great character based drama, his performance is simply terrific. Three? Hickey & Boggs is under seen, under valued and should be a requisite viewing for anyone interested in neo-noir. 9/10
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    Bill Cosby is Hickey and Robert Culp is Boggs, two partners in a run-down Los Angeles private detective agency. They're swept up in a battle between two gangs over a stash of half a million dollars. The police hate the two private eyes because, as they investigate the case, dead bodies start turning up. A climactic shoot out on the beach involves two airplanes. The protagonists are the only survivors.

    It's a confusing and twisted story, hard to follow, but the frustration is relieved by occasional minor that have some originality. Director Culp doesn't always give us a head-on shot of what's happening, but shows us the reaction of others so that we know anyway. And there is some humor, understated like the rest of the story.

    Example of comic incident. Culp has been torturing himself by visiting the club where his divorced wife is a go-go dancer. He still loves her, while she enjoys seeing him in pain. "Eat your heart out," she sneers while uncoiling her hips towards him. Cosby drags him out, drunk, and takes him to a used car dealer to buy a car. The barely sober Culp reels to the nearest dented auto, clicks some switches on and off, and asked the smiling salesman, "How's it run?" Salesman: "Terrific." The salesman has his cigar almost back in his mouth but Culp instantly replies, "I'll take it," and the cigar is halted in mid-lift while the salesman gapes.

    The two men pack .44 magnums in the last half of the movie, but, alas, they don't have the panache of Dirty Harry's Big Gun, which appeared a year earlier, nor do they make thunderous sounds or give any evidence of recoil when fired. They look like pea-shooters with extra-long barrels.

    The fact that the story is almost too complicated to follow needn't be the kiss of death. Raymond Chandler was notorious and yet some of his work has been turned into winners. The thing is that Chandler usually had a narrator, Philip Marlowe, given to crude literary tropes: "Her hair was the color of gold in old paintings." Or, "My bank account could have crawled under a duck's belly." "Hickey and Boggs" has no narrator and, lacking a compelling plot, must be carried along by its performances and its atmosphere, a little like "Chinatown," but it doesn't pull it off. Both Hickey and Boggs seem exhausted and sweaty. Cosby and Culp work well together but their dialog lacks drama. They'd worked together for years on a TV series, "I Spy." There's nothing notable about the milieu either. The set dressings are no more than functional. The exteriors have only occasional scenes that hint at the summer heat and noise of Los Angeles -- the cars whizzing by on the freeways, the houses perched on cliffs, the ubiquitous Cal Worthington commercials on television.

    In the end, after a nihilistic pronouncement, the two men walk away from the carnage with shoulders slumped. The viewer knows how they feel.
  • The guys from I, Spy are back and "it" hits the fan. Hickey and Boggs are two long in the tooth private investigators on their last legs, physically and financially. They get a case that seems like a good deal to make a few bucks. Then they uncover some things that the really, really bad guys do not want uncovered. The more the bad guys try to get them off the case the harder they press. Then one of their families is murdered as a warning and they go methodically ballistic. Now they are looking not for information but for some people to kill. Also featured is Bill Hickman, one of Hollywood's most sought after stunt drivers and the driver of the black Charger in "Bullitt." You never saw Bill Cosby portray a quiet family man turned into a methodical, cold blooded killer. Don't miss a chance to see it.
  • This is an early, poorly paced entry in the buddy-cop genre that was still basically in its infancy. Sure it's better than Freebie and the Bean, the frenetic, try-hard mess starring Alan Arkin and James Caan in 1974. But slow and serious in this case doesn't mean cool and it certainly doesn't mean noir.

    I'm too young to remember I Spy, but Culp and Cosby aren't really to blame here, as actors. They're believable is hardluck private investigators. They're just stuck in throwaway junk.

    Compared to real noir, or all the gritty New American Cinema films from the mid 60s to the mid 70s, this is little more than a marginally upgraded two-parter from an average 70s TV cop show.

    Glacial pacing. Banal dialogue. Cardboard cutout bad guys lacking any menace. Laughably inept action. A cliche aggrieved police captain. Second-rate musical bed.

    And not a single interesting shot in the entire movie. It takes a special kind of talent to make Los Angeles look so boring. The California Tourism Board should have sued Culp. Instead, my bet is that they made sure he never got to direct another film.
  • Robert Culp is another example of a first-time director not letting traditional storytelling get in the way of his offbeat style (William Peter Blatty being another), and here he takes a cop thriller/mystery and turns it on its head.

    Although the editing is incoherent in parts, and the plot is often hard to follow, the characterization of the two leads is more important to the director, and he captures a full-fledged pair of down and out detectives truly memorable in their chemistry.

    Unlike the endless buddy cop films that have turned the genre into bacteria nowondays, here, every scene with Cosby and Culp is hyper-realistic and not without dry humor and dialogue. Additonally. the last 20 minutes of the film are exciting with a lot of solid action, spewing machine-gun bullets, and the final image that plays over the crawl is unforgettably beautiful. Great theme song.
  • Robert Culp and Bill Cosby in a dull Dirty Harry rip-off, plain and simple. They scowl and wield 44 magnums, big deal.....they're jaded, mean and "down and out" - so is this movie. Culp directed, the studio execs no doubt said, "Culp.....direct? Why not, with this piece of junk?!"
  • Still another lost gem from the "Golden 1970's".It ranks right along side "The Long Goodbye" and Night Moves" as a super slice of "Modern Film Noir"-- 70's Los Angeles style.It truly is character driven (Boggs ,looking for clues under a murder victim's kitchen sink, see's a mouse-trap and then a mouse...he unloads the trap.)Yet there are very impressive , deftly staged ,action sequences...-a mid-day shoot-out in an eerily empty L.A. Coliseum and a night-time bullet exchange in a crowded Dodger Stadium parking lot.The Mob, the Cops , Black Militants, Latino Militants, marital problems...These guys(HIckey&Boggs) are in way over their heads and carry their just dusted off guns- in towels, for crying out loud. But they have each other's back and they're gonna "finsh the job". A Classic.
  • Despite the setting of Southern California and daytime set pieces, this is a very dark film, and presages much of Walter Hill's later work. A good cast, including the great Bill Hickman (a world class stunt driver and distinctive screen presence), it was probably marketed poorly. Movie-goers were led to believe that this "reunion" of TV's popular I SPY co-stars was going to somehow harken back to that glib and serendipitous collaboration.

    Best line o'the film: after a protracted shoot-out with two sets of adversaries in Los Angeles' famed Coliseum, in which few bullets found their marks, Culp, while reloading his long-barreled S&W .357 Magnum, mutters: "I gotta get a bigger gun."
  • Hickey & Boggs is not entirely successful - in fact, it has some major flaws - but it creates a powerful mood, and that's what makes it worthwhile. I will remember it, for a long time perhaps. In similar cases, the flaws will gradually fade from my mind and the film will seem better in my memory. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure that the next time I watch the film (I had to get it on tape) the flaws will again be too big to ignore.

    The biggest fault is the film's editing. It's awful. I can't remember any other film where the quality of editing was such a big issue, but this is definitely one of them. Take, for instance, the shoot-out at the football stadium. The setup, where they cut to the various people involved in the proceedings, is very confusing and almost silly. You can't, for instance, tell where people are in relation to each other. When the action starts to go down, it should be quite exciting. Unfortunately, again, the editing never makes it clear where the characters are in relation to each other. It's even difficult at times to tell who's shooting at whom. Near the end of the sequence, we see one character run past another who has been guarding him with his machine gun. I had thought that the second man had been shooting at both him and Hickey. I could then finally tell what had been going on, but that doesn't help generate the past suspense and logic that that scene needed. The editing is also very quick, especially in the film's first half. It makes the story difficult to follow. Luckily, the editing gets better as the film progresses, but it's never perfect. Surely the editor deserves a lot of the blame - he clearly didn't have much of an idea what he was doing - but Robert Culp is partly culpable (ha-ha) as well. The editor is not the only culprit (there I go again) in that aforementioned stadium shoot-out. Part of the confusion is due to sloppy direction. Most of his direction is quite good, however. Some of it is downright excellent. This was his one and only film. Imagine how much better he could have gotten.

    The script is also quite sloppy. Again, a lot of the confusion is due to the editing. Many scenes happen too quickly. But, on the script's side of the scale, I was never 100% sure who the different groups were. By the end, I was mostly sure, but there was still a bit of confusion. I would compare Hickey & Boggs greatly with Chinatown, which was made two years later. But unlike Chinatown, which also has a very intricate mystery story, Hickey & Boggs is never able to make sense out of the whole story. We shouldn't still be trying to figure out what has happened or who certain characters were when the end credits begin to roll. I also think that the film has a few too many P.I. movie cliches. Even Hickey's family situation, which is where the film gets most of its emotional power, is rather formulaic. Hickey is the type of guy who's too into his job, and his wife's angry at him all the time; Hickey still loves his wife and child, but he's not the greatest father (they actually develop his poor fatherly skills quite well). I would also have wanted more backstory to Boggs, although I kind of like the way the screenplay only hints at his life. They also needed to invest a little more emotional pull in the characters of Mary Jane and her husband. They tried, but didn't quite succeed. Just think of how powerful their last scene would be if we knew them a little better.

    Now for the acting. The supporting cast is generally adequate, with one exception (a good one): James Woods. It was his second feature film, and he's already showing how great an actor he would become. His character is created rather sloppily, but he's still good in the role. Of course, Culp and Cosby are the main focus of the film. Culp, despite the fact that he directed, is actually more of the supporting actor. He's quite good, although, like I said, I wish that he had a more in-depth part. Cosby, on the other hand, is exquisite. I would doubt that he's ever had a better role in his life. His dramatic prowess is amazing, and he has several masterful scenes where his job is to remain rather emotionless, thereby multiplying the emotional effectiveness. It works wonders, and he should probably have been recognized for the performance.

    As for other aspects of the film, the cinematography, by Wilmer Butler, is quite beautiful. He does a great job of bringing out the inherent darkness of sunny L.A. He also does a lot of magic hour stuff, and it is quite beautiful. I especially like the final shot. The musical score should be mentioned as well. Ted Ashford's score is very evocative, and it doesn't fall into the cheesier, Shaft-type funk, which I was expecting. George Edward's theme song is also very good. Also, the sound effects are great. That's odd to point out, but you'll definitely be influenced by some of them. Sometimes, sirens, like tornado sirens, arise out of nowhere and no one on screen aknowledges them. At other times, you'll hear this spooky, unembodied laughter. It's very disturbing. Overall, I give Hickey & Boggs an 8/10. It should have been better, it could have been an equal to Chinatown. It is still a very worthwhile film that ought to be more available and more famous.
  • Warning: Spoilers
    Los Angeles never looked more beautiful,nor more corrupt.White and shimmering in the heat but dark deep in its soul.The city of the fallen angels - as James Ellroy has it - hides its decay beneath a glittering carapace,a muddied area where down - at - heel private detectives like Hickey and Boggs swirl around in a vortex of robbers,whores,pimps,cops and hangers - on of every persuasion.Also - rans in the P.I. business,H & B are hired to trace a missing woman,an assignment that turns out to be not quite what it seems. Mr Robert Culp directed this movie and co - stars in it with Mr Bill Cosby.It has the edgy,urban feel of the 90s cop movie,with racial and sexual politics heavily featured,a genre that was to become commonplace two decades later.A fine script by Walter Hill helps,but Mr Culp must take the lion's share of the credit for producing a movie that is enthralling,exciting and thought - provoking as well as being entertaining.He and Mr Cosby display the casual but deep - rooted amity and familiarity that takes years of working together to develop.They have plenty of good throwaway lines but they're not the Abbot and Costello of private eyes,more the Hawkeye and Trapper. "Hickey and Boggs" is a movie where the sights and even sounds of the city become like a character who has no lines but whose presence is clearly felt.Not since Chandler - who professed to hate it and considered it had "all the personality of a paper cup" - had L.A. exercised such an influence on a movie.A few years later "Chinatown" would best it,but Mr Culp got there first.Was he just lucky with his first movie?Well,he never got to test golfer Sam Torrance's retort when he was described as "lucky" - "The more I win,the luckier I seem to get" said the Greatest Living Scotsman.Mr Culp,on the other hand,made just the one movie.And he did it supremely well.I don't think luck had anything to do with it.
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