Imagine Frank Muller doing CZ Sakall, the jowly, bespectacled, hysterical Hungarian who cannot stop wiping his spectacles, shaking his head and concocting scenarios of doom … “today… its going to happen today…” etc.
The stammering, anxious NYC diamond dealer calls Jimmy McShane, well heeled ex-cop and private dick, who bodyguards him, makes sure disaster doesn’t happen today, and strolls home. Home: to the walk-up on Christopher Street, to the old hag sitting on her heavy ovaries, to the next ex-girlfriend re-aligning his Chakras in the flat redecorated by his old ex-girlfriend, to the Zelda-esque client who asks him to find her pedophilic father’s killer. Hi, ho. Absolutely funny, absolutely cool, absolutely wonderful.