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...does an honorable Englishman comport himself? Deighton's engaging, complex hero, Detective Superintendent Douglas Archer, 30, carries on, tackling the tricky homicide cases for which he is celebrated (the Pimlico bread knife slaying, the Great Yarmouth seafood murder). Now, however, Oxonian Archer and his boozy, street-smart assistant, Detective Sergeant Harry Woods, are working directly under Gruppenführer Fritz Kellerman, senior SS officer and police chief of Great Britain. Unlike his compatriots, the Yard man is free to move around at will in a prewar Railton automobile; he gets German-issue cigarettes, frequent dollops of real Highland Scotch...
Because he keeps the murder rate down, Archer keeps receiving such indulgences from Kellerman, a deceptively jolly Bavarian who affects the tweedy foibles of an English squire. Inevitably, it is bruited about that the Superintendent is Gestapo; he narrowly escapes two assassination attempts by the Resistance...
Yeah, I was there. Mr. First Nighter. Masquerading as Army Archer but feeling like George Archer. Walking in the footsteps of Rex Reed but as out of place as Willis Reed...
When dealing with bedrock matters of story and character, Paradise Alley is an utter mess. Stallone's two co-stars are blanks on the screen; their personal metamorphoses are too sketchily written and acted to have any impact. The men's love interests (Anne Archer, Joyce Ingalls, Aimee Eccles) are all crassly conceived stereotypes; there is even a hooker with a heart of gold. Whatever credibility exists in the screenplay is soon destroyed by Stallone's direction. Paradise Alley is a cinematic minefield of bizarre transitions, cryptic anecdotes, continuity lapses and mushy dissolves. Despite Laszlo Kovacs...
...lists telephones by address and is crucial in tracing an erring husband's surreptitious calls). There is no evidence that Blye has read any Kafka, but if he did, he would probably want to call up the guy and chat. He loves red tape. Lew Archer is never seen writing depositions, but Blye must take them to exacting specifications from any credible witness. Every line of testimony from a witness is numbered, then read back to the speaker, who must swear that he understands each word. Blye even takes a Polaroid picture so that lawyers can decide whether...