When they say "They don't make 'em like that anymore" it could well
be in reference to "The Honey Pot", a delightful 1967 concoction.The film is the
kind of star-studded comedy/mystery that has recently made a comeback through the "Knives Out" movies.
However, this film barely registers in the minds of most movie-goers and
was not successful when it was first released. (The studio even reissued
it under a new title, "It Comes Up Murder".) The project was cursed
from the beginning. The original cinematographer, Gianni Di Venanzo,
died before production was completed. When the film was released in
select engagements, the running time was 150 minutes, which was deemed
to be far too long for this modest enterprise that is confined largely
to interiors. For general release, 18 minutes were cut, although some of
those scenes still appeared in lobby cards advertising the movie. One
well-known character actor, Herschel Bernardi, had his entire role
eliminated. Additionally, the film's producer Charles K. Feldman was
under a great deal of stress, as he was simultaneously overseeing
production on his bloated, out-of-control spoof version of the James
Bond novel "Casino Royale". Yet, what emerges somehow managed to end up
being quite entertaining, thanks in no small part to the
larger-than-life Rex Harrison having a field day playing an equally
larger-than-life rich cad. Essentially, he's playing Henry Higgins from
"My Fair Lady" once again- only this time with a more devious streak.
Both characters are filthy rich. Both are erudite and sophisticated
snobs who devise cruel games involving innocents in return for his own
self-amusement. Harrison is a wicked but lovable character. You can't
help cheering him on despite his lack of ethical convictions.
The film, written and directed by Joseph L. Mankiewicz, is cobbled
together from Frederick Knotts' play "Mr. Fox of Venice" and Thomas
Sterling's novel "The Evil of the Day" with a healthy dose of Ben
Johnson's play "Volpone" tossed in. In fact the film opens with Harrison
as the pretentiously-named Cecil Sheridan Fox enjoying a performance of
"Volpone" at a magnificent Venetian theater. The camera pans back to
show that this is a private performance for Fox alone. He stops the play
before the finale, thanks the cast members for a spirited production
and leaves the scene. Yes, he's that rich. We soon learn that he
is using elements of "Volpone" to orchestrate an elaborate and expensive
practical joke. The first step comes when he hires an unemployed
American actor, William McFly (Cliff Robertson) to be his hired hand. He
informs McFly that he must pose as Fox's long-time major domo in his
elaborate mansion house, which is impressively located right on one of
the canals. Fox explains to McFly that he has written to three former
lovers and told them he is terminally ill. None of the women know that
the others have been informed. He reasons that they will all make a
bee-line directly to him, ostensibly to care for him, but in reality in
hopes of inheriting his fortune. First on his list is Lone Star Crockett
(Susan Hayward), who Fox wooed when she was a wild teenager. In the
course of their affair, he put her on the road to a life of luxury and
pleasure. Then there is Princess Dominique (Capucine), an exotic beauty
who is in a troubled marriage and Merle McGill (Edie Adams), a famous
but fading movie star. On the surface, all three of these women are
independently wealthy and shouldn't need his fortune. But he suspects
that, in reality, all are in some degree of financial distress and he
wants to see if they will compete with each other to earn his favor.
Sure enough, each of the ladies arrive at his home and are surprised to
see they have two female competitors. Lone Star is now a cranky
hypochondriac who requires constant pampering from her ever-present
companion, a spinster named Sarah Watkins (Maggie Smith). Dominique
tries to put on an air of self-assurance and Merle is a wise-cracking
cynic. All of them individually express their sympathies to Fox and
there is even the occasional attempt at seduction. Fox puts on a show
that he is desperately ill and even sits in bed affixed to an oxygen
tank. In private, however, he blasts classical music and dances around
the room, delighted that his perceptions of human behavior are proving
to be true. The plot takes several major swings in due course, however,
when one of the women ends up dead, ostensibly from an overdose of
sleeping pills. However, McFly and Sarah suspect murder is afoot. The
film then becomes one of those time-honored drawing room mysteries with
upper crust characters matching wits with the local inspector (Adolfo
Celi, marvelous in a rare comedic role.)
To
describe the plot in any further detail would necessitate providing
some spoilers. Suffice it to say there are plenty of red herrings and a
complex plot that will demand your constant attention or you will be
hopelessly lost.
The performances are all first rate, though Capucine (never one who
mastered the light touch that these sorts of comedies require) is a bit
stiff. However, Hayward and Adams pick up the slack with very funny
characterizations. The scene stealer among the women, however, is Maggie
Smith, who is more streetwise than any of the others suspect. As for
Harrison, he seems to be having a genuine ball, chewing the scenery and
dispensing bon mots that are consistently amusing. The sequence in which he dances around his bed chamber is one for the ages.
"The Honey Pot" deserved a better fate than it received when it was
released theatrically. Hopefully it will get a more appreciative
audience through streaming and a Kino Lorber Blu-ray that is available.