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Johnny Staccato (Staccato)

Created by Dick Berg

“A smooth man on the ivories, hot on the trigger and cool in a jam — he’s the toughest private eye to hit America in a decade.”
— from the paperback blurb

JOHNNY STACCATO (played by John Cassavetes) was a pianist who sometimes played at Waldo’s, a Greenwich Village jazz hangout in Staccato, a stylish, moody, TV show from 1959, that remains a cult favorite. Johnny supplemented his income as a musician by taking on detective work, and otherwise sticking his nose in other people’s business.

But jazz played a big part in the show’s charm. There were numerous performances by the Pete Candoli combo, which featured musicians Ray Brown, Barney Kessel and Red Norvo at the time.

Gone, but not forgotten, particularly by the Europeans, who found something in the show’s jazz-tinged moodiness  and overwrought, “noirish” style that Americans seem to have missed. Or simply didn’t appreciate. It only lasted one season on NBC, despite ABC picking it up for repeats, and all the glowing reviews in Europe counted for squat.

Me? It’s certainly an interesting show, the filmed-on-the-streets shots of New York City give it a welcome layer of cinema verité grit, and the attempts to push the boundaries of what could be done on television were certainly impressive and admirable. After finally catching several episodes, I thought Cassavetes was often very good, burning with a barely controlled intensity. In other words, when it was good, it was very good.

But when it was bad?

Far too often Cassavetes, as temperamental and prickly an actor as he was a director, just descended into scenery-chewing. And too much of the self-consciously arty direction (often by Cassavetes himself) went completely beyond style, and right on into in-yer-face pretentiousness, with much of the writing and acting so overwrought and hokey that it became laughable.

A show where Johnny tries to talk down a potential suicidal jumper was particularly enjoyable, although probably not exactly in ways that the producers had in mind — the Girl Detective and I both concluded that Johnny’s twitchy, eyeball-popping, motor-mouthing attempt at reverse psychology (“Go ahead, jump!”) would in fact be far more likely to send the guy over the edge — anything to get away from that jabbering buffoon in the nice suit.

And somehow I don’t think it’s just a matter of being dated. Peter Gunn, a similar show, has aged far better, its laidback West Coast vibe perhaps better suited to the long run than Staccato’s edgy, brash in-your-face New York-ness.

But, as I said before, when it was good, it was very good…

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Report respectfully submitted by Kevin Burton Smith. And a tip of the fedora to Ted Fitzgerald, David Spencer and Dale Stoyer for their contributions to this page.


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