Famed British journeyman director Sidney Hayers is responsible for creating some truly outstanding genre cinema, including razor-edged thrillers 'Revenge', 'Assault' and Peter Wyngarde creepy occult horror classic 'Night of The Eagle', with 'All Coppers Are...' perhaps, being one of the versatile director's more neglected works. It's interesting to see Martin Potter play straight laced copper Joe, since he is better known for more outré performances in Fellini's Satyricon and Julian in the deliciously eccentric psychodrama 'Goodbye Gemini', with the always likeable Nicky Henson on familiar ground as randy small-time villain Barry, with the vivacious, breathtakingly beautiful Julia Foster being the most sympathetic character as boozy, tough-luck, beguilingly buxom bombshell Sue who genuinely falls for handsome, true-blue copper Joe, but somewhat fatefully ends up in the not so loving clutches of gregarious bad boy Barry.
'All Coppers Are...' could be seen as a rather more glum, kitchen sink version of 'Jules et Jim', with Joe, Barry and Sue's brief ménage a trois forming the catalyst for the increasingly dramatic rift between the ill-matched trio. And for the most part Hayers surprisingly gritty 70s drama remains an entertaining watch, having more artistic credibility than mere nostalgia. While the characters are only lightly sketched, the performances are dynamic, with Julia Foster eliciting some earnest pathos, and the peripheral characters are engagingly played by UK film/TV luminaries Ian Hendry, David Essex, Eddie Burn, and Glynn Edwards, even featuring a delightfully churlish cameo by bawdy British B-Movie icon Robin Askwith! My far from subjective fondness for under-represented 70s British cinema means this film is already preaching to the perverted, but it objectively exudes boodles of period charm, a slinky array of nifty outfits, fabulous shots of the city, some quality banter and a genuinely exciting, surprisingly impactful climax.
