Review of Song of the Thin Man

Finally, the movie everyone (except me) hates: Song of the Thin Man (1947). For this one, Nat Perrin was assigned as both producer and screenwriter (in collaboration with Steve Fisher), whilst the directorial reins were handed to veteran Eddie Buzzell. The writers have taken care to restore Nick's liking (though not compulsion) for alcohol, but they made little change to the bland domesticity of Nora. Admittedly, she isn't quite the dumb housewife here, more the not-so-bright socialite. Her antics aren't funny though. In one particular boneheaded play, she almost gets herself killed! Loy's performance is adequate, but by no means sparkling. Maybe she was miffed that she was handed no witty lines to speak of. Maybe she was just tired. She'd already co-starred with Powell in thirteen films. Aside from Myrna Loy's inoffensively decorative Nora, the main item that irritates most fans is the jazz soundtrack. I thought it terrific. In fact it's my number one reason for welcoming this entry. Sultry Gloria Grahame sings up a storm with "You're Not So Easy To Forget", whilst Keenan Wynn (as an enthusiastic muso) and Don Taylor (as a psychotic reed man) give the most convincingly charismatic performances of their lives. As for Powell, the script not only serves him astringently well, but he still seems right at home tossing off one-liners in the same polished, throwaway, suavely witty form. No doubt he could have continued persuasively playing Nick Charles for the rest of his career. - Which he did with only minor variations.