Peter Bogdanovich directs Ben Gazzara, Denholm Elliott and himself in this character study of an easy going American pimp in Singapore.

“Alright boys, let’s get it over with before I dropkick this little cocksucker down the hill.” The only time Jack raises his voice in anger is when he is surrounded by knife wielding hoods led by a disingenuous midget. A highlight from a forgotten gem, full of great moments. A mood piece following a few years in the life of very likeable colonial bottom feeder – an immoral good guy who cares for his girls, wants to be mates with his johns and knows all the angles. Gazzara imbues the doomed John Flowers with a relaxed masculinity and a charming apoliticism. It plays like a beloved Simpsons character has been parachuted into the murky, feverish world of Graham Greene thriller and has decided to actively overlook the preordained espionage and crime plot unless it lashes out directly at him. The warm chemistry between him and the always impeccable Elliot’s stuffy but corruptible auditor is delightful. This was originally a Playboy production (Hefner’s name is on the credits) but Cybil Shepherd was awarded the book rights in a dispute over unauthorised nude photos of her the magazine published. There still is nudity and sleaziness but it feels completely desexualised, almost pointedly considering the exploitative milieu. Also the impressive authentic location shoot was done on the sly. Knowing the Singapore authorities would not approve the dank themes and unflattering presentation of their home, Bogdanovich cooked up a dummy romantic comedy screenplay for the locals to think they were supporting. A move worthy of Saint Jack himself.

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