(This post is part of the 12th Annual Rule, Britannia Blogathon hosted by A Shroud of Thoughts)
It’s late 1967 and Sammy Davis Jr. and Peter Lawford, several
years removed from their Rat Pack/Ocean’s Eleven heyday, are skimming
off what they can from the excesses of Swinging London, zipping around Soho on
matching motorbikes, hitting the trendy discos in Nehru suits and patched
jeans, discovering marijuana and taking full advantage of their fame with the
local “birds.”
The duo was in town to star in (and co-produce) the
comedy adventure Salt and Pepper, playing owners of an eponymous Soho
nightclub who find themselves embroiled in a coup to take over the British
government.
Salt and Pepper is
yet another late-sixties spy movie, borrowing bits and pieces from everywhere: Goldfinger,
Help!, Batman, even Hope and Crosby if you can imagine them
smoking, boozing and leering their way through one of their road pictures.
(Davis and Lawford are constantly lighting cigarettes and
pouring drinks; one could be led to believe that they serve as mnemonic devices
to assist them in remembering their lines).
Directed by Richard Donner (Superman, The Omen, Lethal Weapon) whose credits up till then were primarily in television (Davis worked on an episode of The Wild, Wild West that Donner directed), Salt and Pepper tries hard to come off as being with it, including a groovy musical number with Davis “soloing” on an electric guitar that isn’t plugged in. (For what it’s worth, Donner had previously directed six episodes of the Banana Splits Adventure Hour).
Sometimes it takes more than just long sideburns and
bellbottoms to be hip.
Filmed on a reconstructed Soho on a backlot of Shepperton
Studios (after gawkers prompted the police to shut down production), Salt
and Pepper had a strong initial showing at the box office, good enough for
United Artists to greenlight a sequel, imaginatively titled One More Time (1970).
Salt and Pepper can
be fast-paced fun. One More Time is only for the morbidly curious.
Shot on location in Herefordshire and London, director Jerry
Lewis (yeah, that Jerry Lewis) uses the opportunity to essentially resurrect
Martin and Lewis – Lawford the suave, tuxedoed straight man and Davis, an
underrated actor who deserved much better, the mugging goofball literally
channeling Lewis is some scenes.
Lewis takes a lightweight plot – Salt and Pepper bust a
diamond smuggling ring – and milks it into an hour and a half of double takes, surreal
visual gags and scenes that drag on forever, none very funny: a soused Davis
can’t figure out a teapot, Davis sneezes hard enough from a dose of snuff to
knock people down, etc., etc.
Strange moments abound. Like how did Lawford,
brother-in-law to John and Robert Kennedy, allow this scene?
Their bad habits eventually killed them both, Lawford at
61, Davis at 64. Even the coolest and slickest fade away.