It must be quite cheap to produce movies set in the 1970′s, as we seem to be seeing a lot of them. You take a bunch of props left from American Hustle, all the polyester on sale at Goodwill, blow up a few old Chevy Impalas and you have a fun detective/crime story set in the ’70s. Licensing the music must be inexpensive now as well. How much would the major labels really charge for disco-infused greats like “Boogie Oogie Oogie” by Taste of Honey and “Jive Talkin’” by the Bee Gees?
The Nice Guys starts with a crash as porn star Misty Mountains dies in an accident in the Hollywood Hills. P.I.s Holland March (Ryan Gosling) and Jackson Healy (Russel Crowe) are working separate beats, but they cross paths following up various leads. Everything seems to revolve around a few shady figures, but how is it all linked?
Hollywood would have us believe that the only occupations available in the ’70s were porn and the mafia. Like instead of becoming an Uber driver back then, people hard up for cash just became henchman in the local Mob. The setting of glamorous decadence makes a backdrop for this movie which is also a clever comedy.
I don’t feel the plot was particularly unique, but what makes this movie one of the stand outs of 2016 is the physical humor and one-liners that especially Ryan Gosling throws himself into. Angourie Rice as his pugnacious pre-teen daughter also shines in her enthusiasm to be part of the proceedings in a Scooby-Doo kind of way.
Verdict: Go see it.
Can I take the kids?: Rated R—nudity, violence and profanity.
The Nice Guys movie review
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