Cop-Out (1967) User Reviews

Flawed but interesting loose adaptation of Simenon novel--strong James Mason performance

[django-1 · 5/10 · 14 January 2006]

Of the 150 or so Georges Simenon novels I've read, STRANGERS IN THE HOUSE (at least the English translation by Sainsbury) would rank in the lower third. It's an excellent character study--as is virtually any Simenon work--and the concept is interesting, but it lacks suspense and ends with a whimper, not a bang. The film also is an interesting character study of a man (here Anglicized and played by James Mason) who was once a brilliant attorney, but after his wife left him, he became jaded and turned to drink, raising his daughter (here played by Geraldine Chaplin) on his own, but remaining very distant from her to the point that she has a separate life as a late-teenager that is completely unknown to him, even though it's happening within his own (large) home. One member of the gang she hangs out with is killed in the home, her boyfriend is charged with the crime, and Mason comes out of semi-retirement to defend him, cleaning up his life in the process and getting a new sense of spirit and motivation. The general plot of Simenon's book has been retained, but most of the specifics have been changed and a number of new elements introduced. Mason is quite impressive both as a cynical alcoholic and as a man reclaiming his spirit and his youthful idealism. Geraldine Chaplin looks quite young here, and does fine as the marginalized daughter who eventually begins to trust and even somewhat respect her father again. Bobby Darin is cast as some kind of thug sailor who is older and more experienced than the gang of teens but becomes a member of their group (and who is very different from "Big Louie", the equivalent character in the novel). When I first saw this film about ten years ago, Darin's performance reminded me somewhat of Robert DeNiro in TAXI DRIVER, although this second time I've watched the film I see less similarity. Still, Darin's character is brooding, thuggish, and repeats "Ain't it so" or "Aint' that so" throughout the movie (the song of the same name by Eric Burdon and the Animals is played a few times throughout the film). Mr. Darin probably viewed this as a good opportunity to re-build his acting career as a character actor (he later played the gigolo in Richard Brooks' THE HAPPY ENDING, see my review of that), and he certainly creates a memorable character here, as much as we might like to forget this annoying character!!! The weaknesses in the film are many--some sections move too slowly, others move too fast and lack tension. The ending, for instance, is quite abrupt and not adequately build up to. Some members of the daughter's gang are played by actors who do not convince--Paul Bertoya as Chaplin's boyfriend, a Greek Briton who faces discrimination, is awkward and hurts whatever scenes he is in. Worst of all, there's a phony "swinging sixties" and hippie undercurrent here that's a total misfire. Many films made then that attempted to be hip did succeed--BLOW UP, for instance (and there's a brief homage to BLOW UP in one scene here--I'll let you find it yourself)--but these twenty-three year old teenagers are laughably UNhip. At least when the thirty-five year old Bowery Boys were playing teenagers, they did it for laughs and the actors were in on the joke too. Here, it's just grating and ridiculous. The teenagers depicted in films such as RIOT ON SUNSET STRIP or MARY JANE are far more realistic than the ones here, and neither of those films is a masterpiece (although Mary Jane is quite underrated). And the identity of the killer is telegraphed so far in advance, and his character is played so broadly, that only someone sleeping through the film would NOT know who did it! On the whole, I can't really recommend this film, except for James Mason's performance. If you are at home recovering from the flu and will watch ANYTHING that's on, this is probably better than an OPRAH or MAURY show, but don't go out of your way to see it. And why Anchor Bay Video released this in its ROCK AND ROLL CINEMA series is beyond me! Trust me, except for bits of the Burdon/Animals song played here and there in the movie, there is no rock and roll content whatsoever.

Strictly Masonic

[writers_reign · 4/10 · 5 March 2021]

I bow to no one in my admiration for James Mason, surely rated in the International rather than merely the UK Top Ten actors but even he should have thought twice before stepping into the ring with Raimu, who plyed this for Continental back in 1942 from an adaptation of the Simenon novel by Henri-Georges Clouzot, then Head of Scripts at Continental and shortly before he became a hyphenate writer-director. If anyone was going to take on the burnt-out lawyer who dries out to defend his estranged daughter on a trumped-up murder rap and ends up putting the town on trial Mason is as good as anyone they could have found and is the only reason for watching this piece of cheese. By bringing it forward twenty years they have allowed the 'swinging sixties' aspect to dominate to the films' detriment and even Bobby Darin who was capable of a half-decent performance (see: Captain Newman MD) comes on like a grotesque freak.

Lots of talk!

[RodrigAndrisan · 5/10 · 31 December 2020]

A very good actor, James Mason, in a unique role of alcoholic father, but very lucid in everything he does. A very young daughter of Chaplin, Geraldine, here Mason's daughter in the film, convincing, a unique presence. The other actors are not extraordinary, just as the story is not. Without James Mason, it would be a total boredom.

Dated, but interesting murder yarn.

[Poseidon-3 · 3 May 2004]

On the heels of "Blow Up", this "happening", "mod" type of mystery/social examination stars Mason as a drunken, dethroned barrister who has never recovered from the loss of his neglected wife. His teenage daughter Chaplin carries on behind his back with assorted other lost-soul rich kids and has an attractive, but poor, immigrant boyfriend (Bertoya.) One day Chaplin's clique happens upon the off-kilter and perverse Darin and before long the teens are gravitating towards him and exploring avenues better left untraveled. This is best demonstrated when Darin turns up dead in Mason's attic! When Bertoya is fingered for the murder, Mason must put down the bottle and defend him, not only to free an innocent defendant, but to purge himself and win back the affection of Chaplin. If the plot sounds straightforward, it may be, but the film is presented in a choppy, flashback-filled style with pretentious camera-angles and framing and groovy music (and, of course, the peerless fashions and hairstyles of the day!) It also has what have to be among the speediest opening credits in film history! Mason gives a very strong performance and is allowed some really amusing moments as he blithely criticizes the world around him and gives no credence to the societal structure which he had previously been a part of. His scenes in the courtroom, in which he plays with paper clips instead of cross-examining witnesses, are a gas. Chaplin does a decent job as well and holds her own against the far more experienced Mason. This "teen" performance is a little jarring following her work in the monumental "Dr Zhivago", but she fits it okay. Darin, smothered in pancake make-up and indulging himself in all sorts of "far out" dialogue and behavior, dates pretty badly. Bertoya (a sort of Latin John Derek) comes across well, but never really went anywhere after this. Veteran actress Jenkins is way over the top as his worried mother. Ogilvy, as a cultivated and snotty rich kid, does a good job and enjoyed a lengthy career. There are a host of other seasoned British actors on hand to lend a little class and interest to the proceedings. Even though the abrupt editing and shifting time elements were cutting edge (and more in line with what today's audience is used to), these gimmicks actually create distance between the audience and the story rather than uniting the two. Perhaps it is the execution of these elements, rather than the approach itself, which fails to create a fully cohesive piece. Still, for Mason's work and for a glimpse into swinging London and the comparison with the old guard pillars of society, this film does provide some interest. (There is also a serious case of panty lines on the guy in the "I Hate You All" T-shirt at the beginning. Next time, just go commando!)

The last film of Anatole De Grunwald

[malcolmgsw · 3/10 · 30 August 2020]

He had a very distinguished career.It is sad that his last credit was this abysmal effort. It wastes the talent of James Mason.The whodunnit plot is tricked up with the worst excesses of sixties film making.Even worse the film ends with a whimper.

Disappointing, but still worth seeing!

[JohnHowardReid · 7/10 · 28 October 2013]

Originally based on a Georges Simenon novel, Strangers in the House, the script was re-written to accommodate Bobby Darin in a role that was initially offered to George C. Scott. The plot now centers on a gang of New Age cut-ups. One of them is murdered. Who by? Who cares? It's difficult to get involved with this psychedelic generation of grown-up kids who have more money than sense. Not that their elders are much better in any respect! Anyway, the motives for the killing are obscure, but even allowing for any residue of interest in this aspect of the plot, the movie seems far too long, far too drawn out. Nevertheless, James Mason delivers a standout performance as the former eminent lawyer who has become a recluse, but is drawn back into court. Geraldine Chaplin is oddly appealing as Angela, the lawyer's daughter, while Paul Bertoya makes a sympathetic victim. In the support cast, James Hayter steals the show as Harley Hawkins. Bobby Darin, however, unwisely plays his whole role in an impersonation of Burt Lancaster! And one last thing I didn't like – the music by Patrick John Scott which is mixed into the sound track at too loud a level to suit my taste.

Dreadful in every way.

[MOscarbradley · 1/10 · 2 May 2021]

Georges Simenon's 1940 novel "A Stranger in the House", rechristened "Cop-Out" for the American market and transferred to Swinging Southampton, (yes, Southampton), in the sixties was the only film to be directed by the writer and producer Pierre Rouve. It's really quite atrocious despite a cast headed by James Mason, Geraldine Chaplin and, again for the American market, Bobby Darin. Mason is the drunken former barrister who comes out of retirement to defend daughter Chaplin's boyfriend, (newcomer Paul Bertoya who, despite his good-looks, quickly disappeared from the scene), on a charge of murdering Darin. For some reason, Rouve took the 'arty' approach rather than the conventional one and the film's all the worse for it, working neither as a drama nor a thriller. It's badly acted, (even by Mason), badly directed and the denouement, delivered Poirot-style at a twenty-first birthday party, is jaw-droppingly awful. Often thought of as a 'lost' movie, this one would have been better staying lost.

Mason steals the show

[neil-douglas2010 · 7/10 · 9 March 2023]

This is an interesting crime drama starring the ever dependable James Mason as John Sawyer, an alcoholic former lawyer. He lives with his only daughter Angela (Geraldine Chaplin), but they don't get on. One night a body is found in their house, it's the body of Barney Teale (Bobby Darin), a nasty piece of work who Angela knows. Chief suspect is Jo Christoforides (Paul Bertoya), Angela's boyfriend who has had a previous altercation with Barney. Also in the frame is Desmond Flower (Ian Ogilvy), an oily wealthy youth who John knows. Mason is excellent as the alcoholic lawyer and is ably assisted by a mainly young cast of which Chaplin does the best job.

Cop-Out

[CinemaSerf · 6/10 · 28 August 2023]

This is an odd choice of Simenon novel to adapt into a film. It provides for a good role for James Mason as the drunkard solicitor "Sawyer" - a bright, intelligent operator who has hits the skids somewhat after his wife abandoned him, and he became oddly estranged from his daughter "Angela" (an effective, almost aloof Geradine Chaplin), with whom he shares a home. Otherwise, the rest of the roles are weak, wet even. When her boyfriend "Jo" (Paul Bertoya) is accused of a murder, "Sawyer" determines to raise his game and defend the young man. To be fair, this is a small tour de force for the star, who does deliver well. The rest of the story borders on the facile. The collective surrounding "Angela" - a bunch of wealthy no-hope wasters with Bobby Darin and a very dapper looking Ian Ogilvy, are thoroughly disengaging and but for a suitably grumpy performance from James Hayter as chief magistrate "Hawkins" one could reasonably be forgiven for reaching for the fast forward button. The ending, doubtless a superlative piece of deduction from Mason is almost irrelevant - by this point I really couldn't care less about any of the characters and, indeed, may well have reached for a glass myself (it's not yet 10am, so perhaps not!). At best it's a mediocre short story that has little enough to sustain it for the viewer, sorry.

A rare cinematic artefact, a bona fide film classic, rescued from unwarranted obscurity!

[Weirdling_Wolf · 9/10 · 27 January 2022]

Always on the look-out for appealingly slinky, stylishly shot, swingingly sixties cinematic eccentricity, Pierre Rouve's long-neglected, delightfully downbeat kitchen sink murder mystery 'Stranger in The House' is, perhaps, one of the more obscure thrillers ripe for rediscovery. The exciting, twist-laden tale take place in a rather dismal-looking Southampton, and the rather more grand, historical city of Winchester. This fascinating, tautly-written whodunnit, adapted from mystery master Georges Simenon abounds with some delightfully vivid performances, with the inimitable James Mason being especially beguiling as the boozy, self-isolating Dickensian curmudgeon John Sawyer, estranged from his daughter Angela (Geraldine Chaplin), wholly isolated, his wife long gone, the aged misanthropic barrister's austere, depressively gloomy, drab descent into inevitable redundancy almost complete, when, quite unexpectedly, a murder is committed in his sprawling, greatly dilapidated town house, thereby acting as a violent catalyst, forced out of his fuzzy, ethanol-hazed inertia, the once successful barrister takes on the murky case, somewhat reluctantly defending his daughter's lover, the bizarre events leading to the fatality, no less maddeningly obscure to him than his daughter's altogether alien personal life.

Pierre Rouve's engrossing 'Stranger in the House' is that rare cinematic artefact, a bona fide film classic, rescued from unwarranted obscurity, beautifully restored to pristine quality to enthral an audience of film fans hitherto unaware that such a finely wrought thriller ever existed. Another intriguing aspect to Rouve's exemplary thriller is Bobby Darin's deliciously unhinged performance as the magnificently malevolent, diabolically duplicitous deadbeat Barney Teale!