Review of Harper

What better (or perhaps worse, depending on your sensibilities) guide through the Southern California of the mid 1960s than Paul Newman's rough around the edges, but charming nonetheless, Lew Harper. The titular character is back on the case for an acerbic woman of means played by the legendary Lauren Becall. She's desperate to find her husband, who has gone missing, but we get a sense that she doesn't care either way.
Through the case, like all good noir cases, we are along for the ride in Harper's Porsche 356 Speedster, which, like Harper, is dinged up a bit and has some damage to the driver's side panels. Apropos, yes?
Newman seems to be having a great time in this role, and like any good Private Eye, is cool as a cucumber. He'll do whatever it takes, short of romancing an aging movie star, to visiting a religious order up in the hills, in order to get just the right clue to unravel this case.
Harper has a "deep bench" of talent, too, with wonderful performances from Janet Leigh, Robert Wagner, Julie Harris, Arthur Hill, Shelly Winters, and Strother Martin, who was paired up with Newman on four excellent motion pictures in the past.
Harper is an enjoyable ride, and seemed to capture the excitement of that era quite nicely.