Salt and Pepper


‘…a revealing snapshot of awful swinging sixties mores…’

Continuing with my selective Sammy Davis Junior season of reviews, this Richard Donner film was presumably enough of a hit to spawn a sequel, One More Time in 1970. There’s something of a lurch of tone between the two films, much like the one between Our Man Flint and In Like Flint; the sequels killed each franchise by toning down the expensive action and doubling down on silly comedy. Salt and Pepper plays better than One More Time, yet there’s still more than enough cultural dissonance to make it a revealing snapshot of awful swinging sixties mores.

Salt and Pepper are not rappers who like to Push-It real good, but Sammy Davis Junior and Peter Lawford, two nightclub owners in London’s seedy Soho district, a ‘legitimate sewer’ says Pepper with some reason. There’s quite a few exterior shots which give a grim picture of local strip-joints and clubs at what was presumably a prosperous time for men exploiting women, and an establishment called The Strip-It features largely. The characters are always in trouble with the law, and the ‘laughs’ start when a Chinese call-girl is murdered in the club. This sparks action, in that the boys have to find the real killer before the police pin the killing on them, but it’s also notable that there’s no sense of gravity or sadness about a woman’s death. In fact, it’s genuinely disturbing that Pepper attempts to chat up the girl, unaware that she’s dying; ‘She’s stoned,’ says Pepper. ‘Maybe god has sent us a gift?’ asks Salt with a cheeky smile. ‘No, we’ll return this package unwrapped,’ says Salt, as if passing up an opportunity to force themselves on semi-unconscious women was something unusual and sad for a man to countenance.

Also known as Super Spy Hippy, Salt and Pepper has a real-world setting, but the behaviour captured is extreme and cartoonish, an issue which is never resolved. Comic subjects include such jovialities as police station bombings, and the japes run all the way up to government level where we see the UK prime minister prepare to fire nuclear weapons into Scotland for reasons too convoluted to explain. Otherwise, Lionel Blair stages a musical number while Jeremy Lloyd, Graham Stark and Geoffrey Lumsden wander around as Central Casting stuffy Brits. John Le Mesurier plays a villain complete with a pirate’s eye-patch, pursuing Sammy and Pete as they scoot down Carnaby Street around in a yellow mini-moke kitted out with oil slicks, machine guns and other familiar anarchic accoutrements.

Much later in his career, Donner would go on to capture another racially charged partnership in Lethal Weapon, but judged by today’s standards, Salt and Pepper is notable as one of cinema’s most noxious cess-pits of toxic masculinity. It’s not just women that are treated as a non-precious commodity. ‘I was a fag here for two years,’ says Pepper of his alma mater, prompting some world-class bug-eyed mugging from Salt and the tart reply ‘Your secret is safe with me.’ White, heterosexual men rule the roost, set the agenda, and everyone else is just decoration. The MeToo movement has licenced a few sanctimonious bores, but if you want to see why such movements are absolutely necessary, Salt and Pepper captures the rancid feel of a time best forgotten.


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  1. Caught up with the great man at the weekend in Sweet Charity. This is right in my bailiwick review-wise so I’m skipping most of it. Kept on waiting for the sequel – Salt and Vinegar/Salt and Sauce.

  2. WTF is going on this didn’t show up yesterday so I missed it. Went looking for you on your proper. home page and saw this and another has been posted but I can’t comment there. ANyways found it now, really you need to sort your site out, can’t you get an IT expert in or someone?

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