St. Ives

Charles Bronson plays the title character, an adventurer of sorts and crime writer. Oddly, he's hired by a rich thief (John Houseman) to retrieve some stolen documents...and so St. Ives plays private dick.

As St. Ives proceeds through the case, he keeps arriving when people are dying...but he is innocent. It just seems that a LOT of dishonest people keep killing each other to get the documents. What are they and what really is going on? Well, see the film...or not.

This is an odd Charles Bronson flick. While he is involved in a few action sequences, much of the film seems to happen all around him instead of with him. In addition, the plot is hard to believe and a bit convoluted...making this one of Bronson's lesser efforts. Decent and watchable but not much more.

By the way, if you do watch, pay attention to Hood #1 and 3 who try to kill St. Ives early in the film. They are Robert Englund and Jeff Goldblum before they became famous actors.

Ex-crime journalist Raymond St Ives is struggling for doe, due to his gambling addiction and his slow progress of his unfinished novel. His offered a job as a "go-between" for the strange, old wealthy Abner Procane. He'll be payed 10,000 dollars for the job, to hand over cash for the exchange of Procane's stolen ledgers. However since he takes the job, nothing seems quite right and this leaves St Ives trying to put together what happened at the bungle exchange.

Director J. Lee Thompson along with actor Charles Bronson ( the first exercise to kick start their long-listed collaborations together) churn out a acceptable time-filler in the shape of the luxuriously smooth and constantly busy comic-crime caper "St Ives". Underlining the atmospherically exotic style is Thompson's sophisticatedly tidy direction, along with Lucien Ballard's handsomely crisp cinematography and Lalo Schifrin's high-strung score of sizzling jazz arrangement. The screenplay by Barry Beckerman is sleek, but overly knotty and perplexing in its deliberate developments of a devious layout. Still it stays conventional to the scheming and shady connections lurking around nearly every corner, and this generally engages. Sometimes not deliberately so, like often mentioned 'drive-in' sequence. The offbeat script can loose shape (even though it manages some quite cheeky dialogues), and begin to slumber off in the pulpy latter end of the film. The action is quite little, but pacey with some well performed and animatedly stylised stunts. The production managed to get a hold off a sensational cast. Charles Bronson in the lead as St Ives eases into the performance nicely. Jacqueline Bisset adds a sumptuously classy touch. John Houseman is very fun, and Dana Elcar gets some memorable scenes. Maximilian Schell hones in one hammy entrée turn, and Harry Guardino and Harris Yulin likewise are amusing. Also look out for some diverting performances from up-and-coming Robert Englund and Jeff Goldblum as two petty crooks. Michael Lerner and Elisha Cook Jr show up in minor roles too.

An elegantly charming enterprise with an excellent Bronson performance and great support.

This movie essentially begins with a criminal mastermind by the name of "Abner Procane" (John Houseman) being blackmailed for $100,000 to recover his secret journals which detail all of his illegal activities. Desperately needing them back, he chooses a former criminal reporter known for his honesty and discretion named "Raymond St. Ives" (Charles Bronson) to act as his go-between. Unfortunately, with so much money on the line, other interested persons begin to get involved and things go downhill for everyone after that. Now rather than reveal any more I will just say that I really liked this film when it first came out and-other than showing its age here and there-it still remains one of my favorite Charles Bronson films to this day. Admittedly, the plot meanders quite a bit which can cause some confusion here and there. However, I enjoyed the chemistry between the John Houseman, Charles Bronson and Jacqueline Bisset (as "Janet Whistler") along with the way in which St. Ives kept one step ahead of everybody else-at least for the most part. That being said, I liked the in-depth plot and the good acting performances of all involved, and for those reasons I have rated film accordingly. Above average.

Reading some of the reviews here, I can see that a lot of folks aren't happy with Charles Bronson's interpretation of Ross Thomas's hero, Raymond St. Ives. Having not read any of the books I can't comment there. I'm happy enough with Charles Bronson in the part having no novel to measure it against.

I'm also very happy with the very excellent cast of supporting players that Bronson and J. Lee Thompson put together for St. Ives. There what really makes this film work for me.

Picture if Dr. Reifenschneider or Casper Guttman had kept a diary of all the criminal enterprises they had been involved with. That's what master criminal John Houseman as Abner Procane has done. But somebody's stolen it and wants some big bucks to get it back.

Enter Charles Bronson as Ray St. Ives, former crime reporter now trying to work on a novel. He knows the Los Angeles underworld and portals of entry therein like no one else, so Houseman hires him as a go between.

Bronson's 'between' all right, between a whole lot of people with agendas at cross purposes. In this stellar cast you'll find Jacqueline Bisset as the Charley's Angel like security for Houseman, Maxmilian Schell as Houseman's psychiatrist, Harris Yulin and Harry Guardino as a pair of on the make detectives, Dana Elcar as their superior, and Elisha Cook as the hotel clerk where Bronson stays.

Bronson's got his work cut out for him in this one. Figure he's the good guy, he's got some real problems telling just who the villains are.

Funniest scene, Bronson in his favorite bar/lunch counter place feeding Val Bisoglio and pumping him for information as Dick O'Neil cuts the corned beef. This might have been what got Bisoglio to thinking about owning a more upscale place because his best known role was coming shortly, as Danny who owned the place Jack Klugman and the cast of Quincy loved to kick back in.

Obviously purists of Ross Thomas's work have problems with St. Ives, but fans of Charles Bronson most definitely won't.

Cool Raymond St. Ives (Charles Bronson), an ex-police writer and unpublished author, is hired by Arthur Procane (John Housman) to recapture some journals stolen from his safe. Procane, of dubious legality, likes to spend free time watching silent movies like "The Big Parade." He has a lovely "assistant," Janet Whistler (Jaqueline Bisset).

In return for the stolen ledgers, St. Ives' assignment is to give $100,000 ransom from Procane to a crook in a laundromat at night. When St. Ives arrives, he finds the crook dead, spinning inside a clothes dryer. St. Ives continues his quest around the streets of Los Angeles. Along the way he is assaulted and the bodies pile up. There certainly are not too many honest people around.

Although parts of the movie appear muddled, the denouement ties up loose ends. Positive elements of the film include a respectable cast, suitable LA locales, and several scenes of interest. The film is not too violent, and is interesting. The movie is based upon Ross Thomas' 1972 book, "The Procane Chronicles."