Our man Phillip Marlowe takes a case involving a missing rare coin and, true to form, soon finds himself neck deep in blackmail, organized crime, multiple homicides, and a good-looking dame who may be more than she claims to be. Or less.
John Brahm's oddly sterile dip into the Raymond Chandler canon is as breezy as it is murky, which could be said about a lot of Chandler adaptations, come to think of it. George Montgomery is maybe the least rumpled Marlowe I've seen onscreen. His interpretation isn't going to unseat your favorite Marlowe, but even so he's plenty charismatic and quick with a quip. The supporting cast is solid, especially Florence Bates as the condescending matriarch and Conrad Janis as a callow youth with bad intentions. This one hits most of the right beats and delivers some medium-boiled private eye thrills, but it could really have done with another coat of grime or two.