When people talk about The Thin Man (or any of its sequels) they rightfully credit William Powell and Myrna Loy with making it a classic. As Nick and Nora Charles, Powell and Loy rag on each other ceaselessly, but — unlike most comedy couples — they do if from a place of absolute, mutual adoration. Audiences never doubt for a second that these two truly like each other. Add to that some filthy riches and the free time to solve mysteries while stinking drunk, and you’ve got a life that any couple would envy.
What often gets missed, however, is that The Thin Man actually has a damn good mystery to it, being based on a Dashiell Hammet novel. Former detective Nick Charles has returned to New York after a four-year honeymoon in California and is pulled reluctantly into a murder investigation involving a former client. Pulled by the police, the suspect’s family and the local media; pushed by Nora, who’s a little bored herself of the constant partying she and Nick have been doing.
Nick finally gives in, but he’ll be damned if he’s going to sober up to solve this thing. There are lots of suspects and plenty of motives to sort through, but Nick negotiates them all with intelligence and charm without even having to set down his cocktail. He slurs and grins his way through the case all the way to the requisite, gather-all-the-suspects dinner party at the end. Nora mostly looks on with curiosity while making good-natured faces at her husband in this one, but she gets more to do in the five sequels that followed. —Michael May
Wasn’t really a fan of the book (I thought Hammett peaked on THE MALTESE FALCON), but I love this film series mainly due to the comedic chemistry of Powell and Loy and the way their characters evolve over the series.
Finally saw this. And absolutely loved it! There’s even a thinly veiled sodomy joke in there.