The Woman in the Window Directed by Fritz Lang Written by Nunnally Johnson from a novel by J.H. Wallis 1944/USA Christie Corporation/International Pictures
Repeat viewing/TGG Direct DVD
[box] Richard Wanley: The streets were dark with something more than night.[/box]
What idiot decided to colorize a great film noir?
Stuffy, mild-mannered psychology professor Richard Wanley (Edward G. Robinson) sees his wife and children off for a long summer holiday in the country while he remains in the city to work. His attention is suddenly struck by the portrait of a beautiful brunette in a gallery window. His buddies, including D.A. Frank Lalor (Raymond Massey), comment that she is their dream girl.
After one drink too many, Wanley leaves his club and takes another look at the nearby portrait. A face remarkably resembling the girl in the picture appears in the glass. It is Alice Reed (Joan Bennett) who says she was the model. She is clearly no better than she should be and basically asks him to take her for a drink and then up to her apartment “to see other paintings by the same artist.” There, the pair’s friendly chat over more drinks is interrupted by a gentleman caller. He is enraged by jealousy and attempts to strangle Wanley with his bare hands. Alice hands Wanley a knife to defend himself with. They are left with a corpse on their hands.
Neither Wanley or Alice wants to go to the police so they take some mighty ill-advised measures to try to cover their tracks. Then a blackmailer (Dan Duryea) comes along to muddy the waters.
I couldn’t easily find this film from my usual sources so when I saw a double-feature DVD (with The Stranger) on sale at Amazon for $5.38 I jumped at it. I should have looked before I leapt. I could hardly stand to keep my eyes on the screen of this colorized nightmare. Of course Robinson, Bennett, and Duryea can’t help but be good in any color. The only downside to this film is the terrible Hayes-code inspired ending, which I will not spoil here except to say that the ending makes this film work best on its first viewing.
The Woman in the Window was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Music, Original Score.
Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo Directed by Mervyn LeRoy Written by Dalton Trumbo based on the book by Ted W. Lawson and Robert Consodine 1944/USA Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer
First viewing/Netflix rental
[box] Lt. Ted Lawson: And out there is Japan. My mother had a Jap gardener once. He seemed like a nice little guy.
Lt. Bob Gray: You know I don’t hate Japs yet. It’s a funny thing. I don’t like them, but I don’t hate them.
Lt. Ted Lawson: I guess, I don’t either. You get kind of mixed up.[/box]
This story of the 1942 Doolittle Raid bombing over Tokyo made for appropriate Veteran’s Day viewing but is hardly distinguishable from other combat pictures of the war years. It doesn’t help that Air Force (1943) covered the same ground.
The plot is drawn from the factual account of the mission by one of its pilots. Lt. Col. James Doolittle (Spencer Tracy) advocates bombing the Japanese home islands early in 1942, long before an invasion could even be contemplated, in order to bolster U.S. morale and divert Japanese fighters back to Japan. He calls for volunteers for the ultrasecret mission. Among these is newlywed pilot Ted Lawson (Van Johnson). His faithful, adoring wife Ellen (Phyllis Thaxter) is expecting their first baby. The first part of the story details the rigorous training of the crews Stateside for the specialized flying required by the dodgy logistics for the raid.
We get some pretty spectacular but brief footage of the raid. The story then continues in China where Lawson and his crew are severely injured when their bomber crashes on the coast en route to safe haven in the interior. Kindly Chinese attempt to care for the men with the few resources at their disposal. With Robert Walker as the bombardier on Lawson’s crew and Robert Mitchum in a small role as another flyer.
The scenario has become routine to me by now. At least they didn’t kill off Walker shortly after he pulled out his sweetheart’s picture! Thaxter’s acting talents are wasted in the vapid romance during the first half of the film. I thought part in China was more interesting. Don’t watch this just to see Tracy as he has a relatively small role. The protagonist is definitely Johnson.
Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo won the Oscar for Best Effects, Special Effects. It was also nominated for Best Cinematography, Black-and-White (Robert Surtees and Harold Rossen).
The Most Beautiful (Ichiban utsukushiku) Directed by Akira Kurosawa Written by Akira Kurosawa 1944/Japan Toho Company
First viewing/Hulu Plus
[box] Being an artist means not having to avert one’s eyes. — Akira Kurosawa[/box]
Kurosawa makes a propaganda movie with a 90% female cast.
A factory making precision optics for the military relies on teams of female workers that live in dormitories, supervised by house mothers and urged on by shrines to their far off parents and patriotic marching band rehearsals. The story starts when the government imposes a new emergency quota. The factory director (Takashi Shimura, Seven Samurai, Ikiru) makes an impassioned speech telling the workers that productivity is only achieved through personal spiritual perfection.
The ladies are assigned 50% of the output required by the men. They feel slighted and vow to produce 2/3 of what the men do. It’s not easy as one girl after another is waylaid by illness, injury, or death in the family and exhaustion and cold saps their stength. For dramatic tension we get the ongoing saga of one girl who disguises her nightly fever so she can continue to work and the frantic search of the team leader for a bomb sight she failed to calibrate when she was called off to settle an argument between two of the girls.
Kurosawa is definitely not at his best when working under the direction of others nor has he ever been particularly adept at female characterizations. It was not much of a surprise, therefore, that this is a pretty weak effort. The director himself retained a special fondness for the film, though, as it was here that he met his wife of 40 years Yoko Yuguchi, who plays the house mother.
Army (Rikugun) Directed by Keisuke Kinoshita Shôhei Hino and Tadao Ikeda 1944/Japan Shochiku Ofuna
First viewing/Hulu Plus
[box] “Summer grasses,
All that remains
Of soldiers’ dreams”
― Matsuo Bashō[/box]
A film about soldiers without killing, a film about war without fighting, and propaganda undercut by the most profound sadness.
The Takagis have an ancient history as warriors. However, starting with the Russo-Japanese war, its soldiers have not seen combat for one reason or another. Tomosuke Takagi (Chishu Ryu) was too sick to see action. He is determined that his son Tomonogo will redeem the family honor. The boy has the teachings of the Emperor (basically the samurai code of bushido) drummed into him since childhood. Initially, however, the boy is a gentle child with rather effeminate traits. He is the despair of his father and his mother Waka (Kinuyu Tanaka, Oharu, Ugetsu, Sansho the Baliff), Eventually his parent’s careful training results in a fine young man who distinguishes himself in the army. When he finally goes to war, his mother declines to see him off, saying she has already given him to the emperor.
Then a remarkable thing happens. After an hour of propaganda stressing the nobility of war, the duty of Japan’s warriors and people, evil of the Americans, British, and Chinese, and the glory of dying on the field of battle, the mood suddenly shifts. Waka cannot resist getting one final glimpse of her boy, We follow Waka as she struggles with her emotions and then takes off running in search of her son among the great mass of marching soldiers. This is a lovely long wordless tracking shot and heartbreakingly acted. It is worth watching the movie just for this beautiful sequence.
Arsenic and Old Lace Directed by Frank Capra Written by Julius J. Epstein and Philip G. Epstein from the play by Joseph Kesselring 1944/USA Warner Bros.
Repeat viewing/Netflix rental
[box] Abby Brewster: Now, Mortimer, you know all about it and just forget about it. I do think that Aunt Martha and I have the right to our own little secrets.[/box]
I hate to say it but Cary Grant is way too frenetic for my tastes in this wacky comedy. The supporting players are superb, however, and all in all its a good time.
Mortimer Brewster (Grant) is a drama critic and has also written a couple of books ranting against marriage. So it’s slightly embarrassing when he falls in love with the girl (Priscilla Lane) who lives next door to the two maiden aunts who raised him, Martha (Jean Adair) and Abby (Josephine Hull). His Uncle Teddy (John Alexander) lives with the sisters and believes himself to be Teddy Roosevelt, frequently charging up “San Juan Hill” (the stairs), trumpet in hand, yelling “Charge!” It’s a kooky family, but harmless, except for the insane psychopath Jonathan who left home years before. Martha and Abby are sweet old ladies, known for their good works, and the favorites of the cops who walk the beat in their neighborhood.
Mortimer gets married on Halloween and returns home for a brief celebration. Then all hell breaks loose. He discovers a body in the window seat and learns that his aunts have been providing a service to elderly lonely hearts, a sort of mercy killing without any premonitions of death to mar the proceedings. While Mortimer is coping with this new information, brother Jonathan (Raymond Massey) suddenly reappears with a body of his own to dispose of. He also plans to use the basement for some repair work by drunken plastic surgeon Dr. Einstein (Peter Lorre), who botched his previous effort at disguising Jonathan’s face by making him look quite a lot like Frankenstein’s monster. It gets zanier and zanier after that. With Jack Carson as a policeman who writes bad plays on the side and Edward Everett Horton as the owner of an asylum.
Many in the cast were veterans of the long-running Broadway play and have their parts down cold. I particularly like Massey and Lorre. Lorre should have done more comedy. His timing is great. Grant overdoes it quite a lot I think, to an almost hysterical level. I wonder that Capra didn’t calm him down but maybe this was what the director was looking for.
The movie was actually shot in late 1941 and early 1942 before Capra started his work with the Signal Corps. Warners was contractually obligated to withhold release until the Broadway plan ended its run. The producers of the play also refused to release Boris Karloff, who played Jonathan on stage, to work on the film. I would have given anything to see Karloff in the part.
Laura Directed by Otto Preminger Written by Jay Dratler, Samuel Hoffenstein, and Elizabeth Reinhardt from a novel by Vera Caspary 1944/USA Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation
Repeat viewing/Amazon Prime Instant Video
#176 of 1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die
[box] Mark McPherson: Yeah, dames are always pulling a switch on you.[/box]
Once you suspend your disbelief, this is a atmospheric and clever film noir with Gene Tierney at her best and a wonderful Oscar-nominated turn by Clifton Webb. If you have not seen the film, stop reading this immediately and watch it. It is impossible to describe the plot without spoilers.
The story is told both as flashbacks and in real time. Laura (Tierney) has been murdered in her apartment with a shotgun blast to the face. We quickly become acquainted with two men who loved her, both of whom are prime suspects. There is effete, acerbic columnist Waldo Lydecker (Webb) who more or less adopted Laura as his protege. He describes her as almost an ethereal being, far superior to mere mortals but owing entirely to him for her connections and acquisition of culture. Then there is the weak but charmingly Southern Shelby Carpenter (Vincent Price) who was engaged to marry her. He sees a different but just as glorified Laura. The last person on the suspect list is Laura’s aunt, Ann Treadwell (Judith Anderson) who is in love with Shelby herself.
Detective Mark MacPherson (Dana Andrews) becomes fascinated with Laura’s portrait and description in the course of his investigation. One night, as he is dreaming in front of the portrait, Laura appears in the flesh. She is nothing like what we would have imagined. Instead, she is a beautiful but no-nonsense career girl with a mind of her own. And now she is another suspect in the murder of the woman whose body was found. The rest of the movie follows the investigation.
This classic film noir features whip smart dialogue and a clever, if convoluted plot. It also looks really gorgeous. The performances, especially that of Webb, are excellent. I can take or leave both Andrews and Tierney but they are both perfect for their parts here. Yet somehow, while recognizing all its merits, this is not a favorite with me. It might be that the story seems a bit too contrived or that the characters, while interesting, are not all that relatable with the exception of the living Laura.
Joseph LaShelle won the Academy Award for Best Cinematography, Black-and-White. Laura was nominated for four additional Academy Awards: Best Actor in a Supporting Role (Webb); Best Director; Best Writing, Screenplay and Best Art Direction-Interior Decoration, Black-and-White. How did this miss a nomination for its score?
A Canterbury Tale Written and Directed by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger 1944/UK The Archers/Independent Producers
First viewing/Netflix rental
Thomas Colpeper, JP: Well, there are more ways than one of getting close to your ancestors. Follow the old road, and as you walk, think of them and of the old England. They climbed Chillingbourne Hill, just as you. They sweated and paused for breath just as you did today. And when you see the bluebells in the spring and the wild thyme, and the broom and the heather, you’re only seeing what their eyes saw.
Powell and Pressburger made a haunting and magical film about young people starting out life in wartime from a very odd detective story involving the identity of the “Glue Man”.
The film begins with a short prelude featuring pilgrims to Canterbury in Chaucer’s time.
Three young people get off a train at Chillingbourne, a small Kentish town which is the stop before Canterbury. Two of them intended to – Sgt. Peter Gibbs (Dennis Price, Kind Hearts and Coronets), who is getting ready to be shipped overseas from the local military base, and Alison Smith (Sheila Sim), who has come as part of the Women’s Land Army to work on the farm of Thomas Colpeper (oft-time Nazi Eric Portman, The 49th Parallel). Sgt. Bob Johnson (non-actor Sgt. John Sweet) of the American Army was actually headed for Canterbury on leave but jumped the gun at the wrong stop. He is now stuck in Chillingbourne until the next morning. They are told that they must report to Colpeper, the local magistrate, before going to a local inn for the night.
In the darkness, Alison is almost immediately attacked by a man in uniform who pours glue on her hair. He is the notorious Glue Man, and has struck ten times before. When they arrive to meet Culpeper, he is affable but refuses to keep Alison to work on his farm, not considering a woman to be farm labor. Peter is off to the base but Bob stays on in a room in which Elizabeth I once slept and Alison is boarded at the same inn. Alison is hired for the farm of the manageress of the inn. Having nothing a lot better to do, Bob agrees to stay on for the day and help Alison with her investigation of the Glue Man. He proves to be a dogged detective. The investigation runs through the length of the film.
The actual theme develops from the back stories of these people and their interaction with the beautiful and ancient landscape. Alison camped in a caravan near the village with her archeologist fiancé three years earlier. He became a pilot and went missing with his airplane. Alison has an almost mystical connection to the place. Bob is a fish out of water, who is heartbroken over his failure to get any mail from his girl, but is like a sponge absorbing everything about his surroundings. Peter is a sophisticated Londoner who has little use for the countryside. He was an academically trained organist who could find work only in a cinema before the war. Thomas Culpeper is also the town magistrate and rides circuit trying cases. He is also a history buff, outdoor enthusiast, and philosopher who lectures servicemen about the area. Culpeper and Alison have a natural sympathy. It is not spoiling anything to say he is the prime suspect in the “Glue Man” case.
One day, the trajectory of all these people puts them on the train to Canterbury. Peter is on the way to turn Culpeper in to the police. The three share a compartment with Culpeper. He tells them pilgrims went to Canterbury to get blessings or do penance. All our young people are profoundly changed by their brief stay in the cathedral town.
It is incredibly refreshing to see a film involving young men and women who have an agenda outside their love lives. They are all struggling in a some way to come to grips with the war and with their own coming of age.
This is like a love letter to Britain. It is exquisitely filmed. The shots of the interior of the cathedral, which were all made in the studio, are breathtaking. The countryside scenes are also achingly beautiful. With the exception of John Sweet, who can charitably be described as earnest but somehow moving, the acting is superb. Most of all I appreciated the mood of the thing. The ending sequence gave me the chills.
Sweet’s acting is one of this films few drawbacks, though I came to like him. (Burgess Meredith had been picked for the part but was injured.) Some viewers might also have a problem with the very strange resolution of the detective story. At any rate, I urge anyone who has not seen this to give it a chance.
Meet Me in St. Louis Directed by Vincente Minnelli Written by Irving Brecher and Fred F. Finklehoff from the book by Sally Benson 1944/USA Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer
Repeat viewing/Warner Home Video Special Edition DVD
#177 of 1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die
[box] Through the years/ We all will be together,/ If the Fates allow/ Hang a shining star upon the highest bough./ And have yourself/ A merry little Christmas now. — “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”, lyrics by Ralph Blane[/box]
A musical lover’s musical with the poignancy of a happy family in a simpler time.
The year is 1903 and the place is St. Louis, Missouri, where the Smith family is looking forward to the opening of the World’s Fair. They are relatively well-to-do. Father Lon (Leon Ames) is a lawyer and mother Anna (Mary Astor) stays home and makes ketchup with housekeeper Katie (Marjorie Main). There are three older children — young Lon, who is about to go off to Princeton, and daughters Rose (Lucille Bremer) and Esther (Judy Garland), whose lives revolve around boys. There is a longish gap before we get to 12-year-old Agnes and little 5-year-old Tootie, everybody’s baby and quite the scamp. Both of the little girls adore everything gruesome.
Rose is waiting for a marriage proposal from her beau and Esther has a crush on the boy next door, John Truett. Esther and John finally meet and gradually fall in love. The father announces he has received a promotion which means the family will have to move to New York. The girls are devastated that their own plans will be ruined and nobody looks forward to leaving the comfortable home they have made or to missing the World’s Fair they have waited for so long. That’s it, the whole story in a nutshell.
I have seen this movie more times than I want to count and I cry every time. Every single time. It always starts by “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas but I ususally mist up when Ames and Astor start singing “You and I” (that’s producer Arthur Freed dubbing Ames). I must identify with with the powerlessness of children in the face of decisions, even well-intentioned decisions, made for them by their parents. Sure the crises seem trivial but when we are young trivial things take on an immense importance. There is also a deep nostalgia or longing for the kind of idealized family life Minnelli captures so well here. This had to have had a powerful effect on folks at home during World War II when so many people were separated.
I haven’t gotten to the more obvious pleasures of this film, which are the fabulous color photography and lighting, the wonderful songs, and the phenomenon which is Margaret O’Brian’s Tootie. That Halloween profile in courage is among my favorite scenes ever. I don’t think Judy Garland ever looked more beautiful or sounded better. I will leave my mash note at that. Highly recommended.
Author Sally Benson was the original Agnes Smith and, yes, in real life the family eventually did move to New York.
Margaret O’Brien won a Special Academy Award for Best Child Actress of 1944. Meet Me in St. Louis was nominated in the categories of: Best Writing, Screenplay; Best Cinematography, Color (George J. Folsey); Best Music, Scoring of a Musical Picture; and Best Music, Original Song (“The Trolley Song”).
Lifeboat Directed by Alfred Hitchcock By John Steinbeck, Screenplay by Jo Swerling 1944/USA Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation
Repeat viewing/Netflix rental
[box] Gus Smith: A guy can’t help being a German if he’s born a German, can he?
John Kovac: [referring to Willie] Neither can a snake help being a rattlesnake if he’s born a rattlesnake! That don’t make him a nightingale! Get him out of here![/box]
Hitchcock made other one-set movies but none as restrictive as this story of nine people floating at sea on a lifeboat. No one could have done more to keep the action moving but this lacks enough scope to be counted among the Master’s greatest works.
After their freighter is torpedoed a motley cross-section of humanity is stranded on a lifeboat. The people range from an industrial tycoon (Henry Hull) and a Connie, a ritzy journalist (Tallulah Bankhead) through several crew members (William Bendix, Hume Cronyn, Canada Lee, and John Hodiak) to a nurse and a young mother carrying a dead baby. Into this volatile mix comes Willy (Walter Slezak), a German survivor of the sinking of the submarine that torpedoed the ship. The German clearly has a more advanced knowledge of navigation and the others squabble over whether he can be trusted or should even be fed from their scant supplies. Connie, already unpopular due to her snooty ways, is the only member of the Allied group that can communicate with Willy in his own language. The situation goes from bad to worse as food and water begin to run out.
I like but don’t love Lifeboat. The acting is the big plus. Talullah Bankhead, despite her notorious picadillos on the set, is excellent. I believe this is the only movie I have seen her in. I like Slezak more and more each time I see him. He makes a nasty but affable Nazi. The problem I have is that it’s impossible believe that Connie could have presented herself perfectly groomed and toting a well-stocked handbag and a typewriter into this situation. Hitchcock had to resort to other lapses of logic to keep his story moving. There’s a bit more propaganda than might have been called for as well.
Lifeboat was nominated for Academy Awards in the following categories: Best Director; Best Writing, Original Story; and Best Cinematography, Black-and-White (Glen MacWilliams). I’m surprised it didn’t get a nod for its special effects.
Hail the Conquering Hero Written and directed by Preston Sturges 1944/USA Paramount Pictures
Repeat viewing/Netflix rental
[box] Woodrow Lafayette Pershing Truesmith: I knew the Marines could do almost anything, but I never knew they could do anything like this.
Bugsy: You got no idea! [/box]
Eddie Bracken manages to salvage a shred of his dignity in another madcap wartime comedy from writer-director Sturges.
Woodrow Lafayette Pershing Truesmith (Bracken) comes from a long line of Marines including a father who died in battle shortly after he was born. So Woodrow was devastated when he was discharged from the Marines after only one month for chronic hayfever. He went to work in a shipyard to hide his shame from his mother. Woodrow is drowning his sorrows in a bar when six marines drop in, having lost all their money gambling. He treats them to a round of drinks and tells his sad story. Sgt. Heppelfinger (William Demerest) gets a brilliant idea to call Woodrow’s mother and tell her he has been discharged for injuries suffered on Guadalcanal.
Woodrow reluctantly returns to his small town with the Marines in tow. Nobody counted on a mother’s pride and Woodrow is appalled with his huge reception at the station. All the big wigs have come out to make speeches, three different bands are playing, often at the same time, and Woodrow’s ex-girlfriend Libby (Ella Raines) is there to greet him with a kiss. The Marines are delighted with this and keep building up Woody’s achievements, over his strenous objections, to the point where he is drafted as the reform candidate for mayor.
It was perhaps a mistake to watch this and The Miracle of Morgan’s Creek back-to-back. Hail the Conquering Hero is funny with some pointed satire of American politics but does not quite reach the heights of hilarity of the other film for me. Maybe it is the comparative lack of slapstick or the very slightly more serious theme. Bracken does quite well without a stutter and with a little more oomph than he had as Norval Jones. (I just notice the man has no forehead or chin!) I liked the orphan soldier who was so solicitous of Woodrow’s mother’s feelings. Raines was quite OK but plays her character as a conventional ingenue.
Preston Sturges was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Writing, Original Screenplay for Hail the Conquering Hero, making two nominations in the same category for Sturges in 1944. The other was for the screenplay of The Miracle on Morgan’s Creek.
I’ve been a classic movie fan for many years. My original mission was to see as many movies as I could get my hands on for every year from 1929 to 1970. I have completed that mission.
I then carried on with my chronological journey and and stopped midway through 1978. You can find my reviews of 1934-1978 films and “Top 10” lists for the 1929-1936 and 1944-77 films I saw here. For the past several months I have circled back to view the pre-Code films that were never reviewed here.
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