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Dan Hammer (Riffraff)

Created by Martin Rackin

1947 saw the introduction of two private eyes named Hammer.

This is the other one.

DAN HAMMER made his debut in Riffraff, a little slice of B-filmery that still manages to hit the spot, and displaying some surprisingly stylish pizazz while doing it. Like it didn’t know it was supposed to be a B.

Set in Panama, it opens with a great, dialogue-free six or so minutes of foreshadowing and prologue, and there are some nicely framed shots and dabs of local colour throughout the film (although it was almost certainly filmed on some Hollywood backlot). There are also a lot of white suits, ceiling fans and a fair share of suspicious foreigners, swarthy and otherwise, while Pat O’Brien, even with a few extra pounds, gives a surprisingly effective performance as an aging, layabout ex-pat P.I., go-between and  “fixer,” cooling his heels in steamy Panama city, where he seems to know everyone. He calls his company Zenith Services, and they do “a little bit of everything”–if the price is right.

No great lost classic, maybe, but it’s a popcorn-worthy piece of hokum, that kicks off with storm-filled skies and a cargo plane due in from Peru that lands minus a passenger (and the valuable map pinpointing the hidden location of twenty-five unregistered Peruvian wild cat oil wells that he was supposedly carrying). Dan is hired by Charles Hasso, the surviving passenger, to be his bodyguard. Major Rues of the Panamanian secret police (which is exactly how he introduces himself, so how “secret” are those police?) is sniffing around, unconvinced that Hasso’s fellow passenger deliberately jumped out of the plane.

Is Hasso paranoid? Or is someone really out to get him?

Soon enough, Dan is also hired by a powerful oil company executive to locate the missing map, while later that evening sultry nightclub singer Maxine Manning apparently falls for Dan’s rakish charms and American brashness… or does she?

The usual B-film antics all pop up, as everybody hunts for the treasure map–Dan gets the snot beat out of him a few times, secrets are exposed, people are betrayed, villains are sleazy, “Pops” the cabbie wisecracks, and a few acts of killery are committed, but through it all our man Dan perseveres. 

Sure, you could argue he was miscast (he’s probably a little dumpy for a hero, and certainly a little too old for Maxine), but O’Brien handles the role pretty well, credibly tough when he has to be, but keeping it light, reminiscent at times of Dick Powell in any of a number of his films, or Lloyd Nolan in the Mike Shayne flicks. 

And the script keeps things moving along, with a few running gags (like his dog, Napoleon, sleeping in front of his office door, his on-going “marriage proposal” with Pops and a groaner plot twist) to keep it bouncing.

All in all, a fun and clever little film that tried a bit harder than most. There are worse crimes.

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Respectfully submitted by Kevin Burton Smith.

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