48 HRS. - 4K UHD Blu-ray (Paramount, 1982) Paramount Home Video

Comedian, Eddie Murphy’s career was decidedly on the upswing in 1982, the year he was Golden Globe-nominated as the devious con in director, Walter Hill’s 48 Hrs. – oft’ cited as the first ‘buddy/buddy’ cop movie (an erroneous claim, as only one half of this screen dream team represents ‘the law’). The honor for buddy/buddy cop flicks is actually owed Richard Rush’s barely remembered Freebie and the Bean (1974, dull, but, if nothing else, the real granddaddy of this sub-genre). Given the success of 48 Hrs. and Eddie Murphy’s star-drawing power, yet to crest, it remains a real head-scratcher why Paramount sat on spinning this one into a film franchise until 1990’s ill-fated sequel, Another 48 Hrs.  But this 48 Hrs. is a curious choice for Murphy’s entre into motion pictures; first, because the seriousness of its screenplay, cobbled together by Hill, Roger Spottiswoode, Larry Gross, and, Steven E. de Souza, does not directly appear to be playing to Murphy’s strengths, and second, as he is the physically slighter of the two working against type, opposite a lumbering Nick Nolte – then, perceived as the real/reel ‘star’ of this pic. 48 Hrs. was the brain-child of producer/exec, Lawrence Gordon, who initially came up with the idea back in 1975 – a totally different scenario, to inveigle a cop and a crook, teamed together to unearth the whereabouts of the kidnapped daughter of Louisiana’s governor – the girl, strapped with dynamite and held for ransom by a psychotic blackmailer. To solve the crime, and presumably save the girl, the toughest cop in the precinct enlists the aid of the most ruthless criminal then serving time, the last person to share a cell with the man now holding the girl hostage. Like all truly inspired ideas pitched and plied in the higgledy-piggledy absence of studio autonomy in the ‘new’ Hollywood, and, even more so during that mythical Babylon’s very steep decline throughout the 1970’s, this one interminably languished for years, to be written, then re-written, then re-written again, until in tone and sentiment it came to pass as barely recognizable from its original source. However, unlike most turn-around properties, 48 Hrs. emerged better from this chronically delayed creative trial by fire.

The concept was bounced from Columbia to Paramount, with the notion Clint Eastwood would sign on to play the criminal. Alas, Hill was unimpressed by the thought of making Eastwood – one of the industry’s most bankable stars - the heavy. Anti-hero is one thing. Villain, quite another. So, Hill suggested Eastwood as the steely and hard-bitten cop. And although Eastwood would eventually play a criminal in 1979’s Escape from Alcatraz, 48 Hrs. would evolve into something else entirely, and, without Eastwood’s complicity. At this juncture, the project was shelved for nearly two full years as Gordon and co-producer, Joel Silver plotted their next casting decision, eventually lighting on Nolte as Det. Jack Cates – the no-nonsense cop with an axe to grind. Boris Gardiner was considered for the role of ‘Reggie’ – then, named Big Willie. Paramount’s Barry Diller was assured 48 Hrs. would benefit from the casting of a solid black actor opposite Nolte’s brutish pit-bull. The ‘go-to’ was Richard Pryor who, by 1980, had not only become a recognizable face on television, but had broken through to popular appeal as the foul-mouthed funny man, capable of flying solo. From the outset, Hill believed 48 Hrs. needed two great personalities, as diverse – or even more so – than their skin color, playing off each other’s strengths in a sort of improvisational free form, onto which the conventional Hollywood thriller would be grafted. As Richard Pryor showed little interest, Hill tried to acquire the services of Gregory Hines, embroiled in reshoots and delays on the set of Francis Ford Coppola’s eventually butchered theatrical release of The Cotton Club.  Instead, Hill was given a little directive from his then-gal/pal, Hollywood agent, Hildy Gottlieb, who promoted her client, Eddie Murphy to the head of the class, owing to Murphy’s stellar work on television’s late-night comedy/anthology show, Saturday Night Live. Eager to make the leap from TV to movies, Murphy made only one demand, that his character be named Reggie Hammond instead of Willie Bigg, as he felt the latter was too stereotypical ‘a black name’.

 Again, 48 Hrs. underwent a transformation as Steven E. de Souza was brought in to tweak the character of Reggie Hammond to suit Eddie Murphy. Alas, de Souza’s efforts were not to Hill’s liking, and he was replaced with Larry Gross, instructed to concentrate on developing each character’s ‘personality’ over sight gags that could transform this ‘shaggy dog’ of a cop anthem into, as Hill described it, The Defiant Ones plus chuckles.” Gross attributes his main contribution as Reggie’s ongoing gag of possessing a very active sex drive, desperately liberated after being incarcerated for nearly 3 years – the situation exacerbated by Nolte’s Cates’ smoking hot gal/pal. Even in its day, this premise came under considerable scrutiny, with Hill and Gross criticized for making the women in their movie little more than sexualized window-dressing and eye candy. There is something to this, even if Hill attempted to do damage control by suggesting each of the women we meet in 48 Hrs. continue to ‘haunt everyone’s imagination’. Maybe so, though arguably, only as fitful and frolicking playthings to be manhandled for the proverbial good ‘slap and tickle’. Point blank – you are not watching 48 Hrs. for edgy and progressive female-identifying roles. And, while the crux of the piece is the darkly purposed race against time, the movie also played as a thinly veiled homage to the classic screwball comedy, where neither side is entirely able to come to the middle of a mutual understanding.

Most movies are made by committee, and mostly, under constant chaos. While ‘star egos’ are usually to blame for costly delays and rewrites, it was the warring inside Paramount’s front offices that threatened to chronically derail and dismiss 48 Hrs. Studio exec, Michael Eisner believed the picture lacked humor, while his brain trust of ‘yes’ men and bean counters feared Hill’s handling of the penultimate gunfight at the hotel was much too violent to be considered in a movie that was steadily being encouraged to take shape as just another lighter-themed comedy/thriller. As such, Hill reluctantly complied, getting Gross to write some comedy jeremiads for Murphy, the chronic reshaping of Reggie Hammond going on almost from the first day’s shooting to the last. Evidently, Hill’s compliance was not enough to earn him the respect of Eisner, who after screening the dailies, informed him he would never again work for the studio. The joke was on Eisner – partly – as Hill eventually returned to Paramount (though, long after Eisner’s departure) to direct the sequel. Executive faith in 48 Hrs. was at a very low ebb, even as the picture was being prepared.  As for the co-stars, Nick Nolte and Eddie Murphy got on famously. Murphy was absolutely determined to do his best work for Hill, never complained, and always was ready at a moment’s notice, despite never having a solid directive on his character’s motivations.

48 Hrs. opens, grimly enough, with convicted criminal, Albert Ganz (James Remar) working a road gang on a remote California highway. A stoic Native American, Billy Bear (Sonny Landham) pulls his pickup alongside to inquire for some water to cool off his overheating radiator. Ganz and Bear pull a good guy/bad guy routine that escalates until both men feign falling into the nearby river. Bear tosses Ganz a gun and the pair assassinate two guards assigned to oversee the road crew.  Two days later, Bear and Ganz murder Henry Wong (John Hauk), their former associate. We cut to the seedy Walden Hotel. Enter Inspector Jack Cates of the Frisco Police Department's criminal investigation bureau, along with detectives Algren (Jonathan Banks) and Van Zant (James Keane) in search of a tip-off to a man named G.P. Polson (a.k.a. Ganz), presently occupying room 27. Alas, in the ensuing hailstorm of bullets, both Algren and Van Zant are gunned down by Ganz, who escapes with Bear, stealing Cates’ revolver.

Back at the station, Cates is informed by fellow cop and new partner, Ben Kehoe (Brion James) of Ganz’s association with one, Reggie Hammond - in prison with six months left to serve on his 3-yr. sentence for armed robbery. Perhaps, Hammond knows where Ganz is headed. So, Jack visits Reggie in prison, securing a 48-hour leave to help him hunt down Ganz and Bear. Reggie directs Cates to an apartment where Ganz's last-known pal, Luther (David Patrick Kelly) lives. Their conversation is brief, as Luther takes a pot shot at Cates. The standoff ends with Cates sending Luther to jail. Now, Reggie leads Cates to Torchy's, a redneck honky-tonk where Bear used to bartend. On a challenge from Cates, Reggie shakes down the bar’s patrons. The boys get a lead on Bear’s ex-girlfriend. This too is a dead end. To prove his loyalty, Reggie confides in Cates that he, Ganz, Bear, Luther and Wong once robbed a drug dealer of $500,000 - the money, presumably, still stashed in the trunk of Reggie's car, in storage inside a downtown parking garage. However, instead of divvying up the proceeds from their ill-gotten gains, Ganz sold Reggie out, leading to his incarceration. This was also the motivation behind Ganz and Bear kidnapping Luther's gal/pal, Rosalie (Kerry Sherman), as blackmail, the money bartered for Rosalie’s life.

Cates and Reggie arrive at the garage first and observe, then tail Luther as he drives the car to a rendezvous with Ganz. Regrettably, Luther spots Cates. Ganz and Billy escape, while Reggie chases after Luther. Left with nothing, Jack goes to Vroman's in search of Reggie who has tracked Luther to the hotel across the street. Overcome with humility, Jack apologizes to Reggie for earlier berating him. He also lends Reggie a few dollars to have sex with a girl he has just met. As Reggie departs, he spies Luther getting onto a stolen bus driven by Bear. Ganz intercepts the money but shoots Luther and Rosalie. He also notices Cates and Reggie trailing and a chase ensues. Bear forces Cates’ Caddy through the display window of a Cadillac showroom. In the aftermath, Cates is read the riot act by his superior, Haden (Frank McRae). Now, Reggie suggests Bear might return to his kept woman’s place, using it as a hideout. Cates agrees, and he and Reggie storm in, discovering Bear, whom Reggie shoots dead. But Ganz manages yet another coup, disappearing into the alley, sneaking up on Reggie, and, taking him hostage. Cates’ cunning wins the day. Ganz is shot dead and Cates, making good on his promise, takes Reggie to be with the girl he picked up earlier. Afterward, Cates drives Reggie back to prison but leaves the loot in his care, asking for a ‘loan’ to buy a new Cadillac. Reggie agrees before, rather quaintly, attempting to swipe Cates’ cigarette lighter. Once a thief, always a thief?!?

48 Hrs. is a middling effort in the buddy/buddy dramedy. I suppose it ought to get props for coming in ahead of ‘most’ of the pack. But it doesn’t hold up altogether as it should, and this, apart from the obviousness in the exercise itself – more from hindsight now, than any great foresight then – ear-marks it as just a rung on the ladder of screen successes yet to make Eddie Murphy a household name. Part of the problem here is the premise. I mean, what’s in it for Murphy’s Reggie? He has six-months left to serve, and is neither offered ‘time off for good behavior’ nor even the promise of a ‘fresh start’ once the remaining time has been repaid. His assist to Cates seems more than a tad tinny, if philanthropic, to downright foolhardy, as it could very easily get him killed by the very same men he once deemed as his ‘associates’. The antagonistic camaraderie between Nolte and Murphy is solid. But they never attain that blessed bro-manic chemistry. So, we are left with each actor’s ‘presence’ to appreciate – Murphy’s more prominently featured and justly celebrated. Sad, actually, that the screenplay never allows either to fully flesh out and explore the possibilities here. In Murphy’s case, he misses the opportunity to thoroughly cut loose in a streak of brilliant improvisation we all know and love about him, while Nolte somehow appears – at times – to be struggling for something pithy or punchy to say.  The boys are at their best during the grand set-pieces devoted to violence, enlightened by Nolte’s shoot-from-the-hip frustration and Murphy’s incredibly tart-mouthed retorts. These scenes work because both actors are taking the work, though never their parts, seriously. Alas, there are only a handful of such set-ups to make 48 Hrs. click as it ought. What’s left is crude filler, bordering on abject silliness.

According to Nolte, a lot of the movie was improvised. Indeed, Nolte had come to the project only after Mickey Rourke, Jeff Bridges, Kris Kristofferson, Sly Stallone and Burt Reynolds had all turned it down. Reportedly, James Remar chose sleep deprivation prior to shooting, to add a ‘drained’ look to his psychotic Ganz.  It’s interesting to view 48 Hrs. today as a precursor to Murphy’s turn as the loveably arrogant Axel Foley in the Beverly Hills Cop franchise (1984-94). There are flashes of Axel in Reggie, and, at least in hindsight, 48 Hrs. plays as an ‘extended screen test’ in preparation for Murphy’s play-acting in these later films.  Behind the scenes, Michael Eisner contemplating firing the SNL alumnus when he deemed the rushes not ‘funny’ enough.  Mercifully, cooler heads prevailed, allowing Murphy to stay on and collect his $450,000 pay check. Aside: co-star, Nick Nolte took home a cool million by comparison. And let us also recall, by the time luck and fate conspired for the pair to work again together on Another 48 Hrs. (1990), Murphy was the bigger star, commanding a salary of $7 million to Nolte’s three (practically, bargain basement). When the dust had settled on 48 Hrs., Paramount had a bona fide smash on their hands – the 7th highest-grossing movie of the year, with Nolte’s star, momentarily salvaged from its uneasy decline. Murphy’s however, was positively catapulted into the stratosphere.

Paramount’s native 4K release of 48 Hrs., cribbing from the same master used to author its Paramount Presents… Blu from two years ago, marginally improves in all the anticipated categories: better resolved grain, slightly deeper black levels, a tighter visual presentation, and ever so better resolved flesh tones and richer saturated colors on the whole. Employing an OCN in native 4K certainly plays up the grit in Rick Waite’s cinematography. Actually, it looks spectacular. Paramount has left the Blu’s 5.1 DTS intact.  There are no extras on the UHD 4K disc. But Paramount has deigned to include a copy of the aforementioned Blu. This adds a ‘Film maker’s Focus’ featurette with Walter Hill running approximately 20 minutes with Hill who sport miraculous recall about the making of this movie a real plus. There’s also Space Boy, the 1966 Paramount cartoon Ganz is watching early in the movie, herein, digitally remastered and looking decades younger than its source. Too bad it’s not much of a cartoon. Bottom line: 48 Hrs. is a disposable, but amusing programmer. Much of it has not aged as well as one might hope, leaving the movie more of a time capsule than a true 80’s classic. Paramount’s 4K release is a quality affair and definitely worth the upgrade.

FILM RATING (out of 5 – 5 being the best)

3

VIDEO/AUDIO

5+

EXTRAS

1

 

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