Private Detective 62 (1933)

The greatest movie ever made..!

Pretty Good

i know i wasted 90 mins of my life.

A story that's too fascinating to pass by...

This movie has an interesting opening that will lead one to wonder how the leading star's character will wind up. William Powell is Donald Free, an American undercover agent in the diplomatic corps. He is on a secret mission in Paris but when he is caught with some stolen secret papers, the American embassy denies any knowledge of him. He claims to represent a newspaper syndicate but won't name it. So, the French revoke his Visa on April 17, 1932, and deport him as an undesirable alien. He is sent back to the U.S. aboard a French cattle boat. That in itself is a little strange. The U.S. was the leading export nation of beef even in the 1930s, but this may have been some breeding stock or cheap beef. Free is the sole passenger and appears to be under some sort of house arrest - maybe even working as part of the ship's crew. When the ship reaches New York harbor, the captain gets a radio message from Paris that Free is wanted for further investigations. So, the captain is to turn him over to the captain of another French ship heading back to France. Well, Free will have none of that. He socks the crew member guarding him in the captain's cabin and then jumps ship and swims ashore. After trying to find work in the field of police, security and investigation, and being turned down, he finds an opportunity with a private eye whom he had tricked right after he jumped ship and came ashore. The rest of this story is an interesting drama and romance with some intrigue. Free exposes crooks, including his detective partner, and saves his sweetheart from a murder conviction. He eventually gets reinstated in the secret service of the diplomatic corps. All the cast give fine performances. Arthur Hohl is particularly good as Dan Hogan, original owner of the Peerless Detective Agency, whom Free attaches himself to. Powell shows the class, wit and charm that made him a leading man for many years in Hollywood. He created the model for comedy mysteries that few have been able to match. My favorite line in the film is from Ruth Donnelly as Amy Moran. She says, "It takes a whole crew to wreck a house, but boy, how one many can wreck a home." For more funny dialog, see the Quotes section under this IMDb Web page of the movie.

Long before he directed Casablanca, Mildred Pierce and The Adventures of Robin Hood (among other brilliant films) Michael Curtiz took a hand in putting together this little Depression gem about shady detective work, women with money to spare, and a budding romance. The always puckishly sophisticated William Powell appears to have a great deal of fun playing what appears to be a shady detective—but one with an integrity and a great charm for women. In this zippy little pre-code gem, Powell is hired to put a wealthy female gambler in jeopardy so that her considerable winnings can be taken back by the speakeasy where she gambles; can you guess what happens when the two meet? The woman is played by the engagingly attractive but underused Margaret Lindsay, and she's an apt foil for Powell's machinations (Lindsay has never looked better than she does in this film, and one wonders why she never moved into more major films).This is another Warner Brother's quickie, a highly entertaining, fast-moving (67 minutes!) "B" film loaded with familiar character actors like Hobart Cavanaugh and Irving Bacon and even Toby Wing, whose wide-smile and sexy persona impresses immediately in a five second appearance as one of Powell's willing conquests. There's even a pre-code drug addict named "Whitey" referred to as a "hophead" into "snow," the sort of drug reference which, as a result of the new code, would completely disappear from films for twenty years after 1934; drugs didn't make a major appearance again until Sinatra's Oscar-nominated performance in The Man With The Golden Arm in 1956. This is not a great film by any means, but a perfect Saturday matinée popcorn movie, an excellent example of a studio film that was no longer made after 1950.

I have no idea where the number in the title comes from, but it doesn't really matter, this is a rip roaring mystery drama comedy about government agent William Powell who, after being arrested and deported by the French government ends up as a private detective working for another detective of lesser moral standing. Complications arise when Powell 's used to get the goods on a socialite who is owed a great deal of money by a gambler. Powell falls for the girl, but continues to see her until he's found out. As things become even more morally questionable murder occurs and Powell must wade into the matter. Excellent story of intrigue and adventure that has a wickedly funny edge to it. Its easy to imagine Powell's Donald Free as Nick Charles in his heyday since he seems to operate in a similar manner. Everything clicks here from the mystery to the comedy to the romance into a seamless whole. I can't understand why this film isn't better known because its so perfectly put together. I love it, even more so in retrospect.

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.