The first collaboration between Charles Bronson and J. Lee Thompson. Bronson tries to smooth up his image - he's more cultured, has extra dialogue, uses his wits rather than fists, he has character touches (he's writing a novel, he has a gambling problem). There's Jacqueline Bisset as the female lead and John Houseman.
Bronson is hired by Houseman to find a thing. The handling feels 70s TV with music to match as well as actors like Dana Eclar and Harry Guardino playing cops. Max Schell pops up as a shrink.
Bronson seems to be having a good time - he's not bad. But it's not a very good movie. I was bored.
The best thing about it is Bisset who is everything you want in a caper movie - beautiful, mysterious, seduces Bronson by rocking over to his place and dropping her coat to the floor. She can act too. It was just an uninteresting story. The final shootout/reveals weren't bad.
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