Category Archives: 1947

The Bishop’s Wife (1947)

The Bishop’s Wife
Directed by Henry Koster
Written by Robert E. Sherwood and Leonardo Bercovici from a novel by Robert Nathan
1947/USA
The Samuel Goldwyn Company
Repeat viewing/Netflix rental

 

[box] Henry Brougham: I was praying for a cathedral.

Dudley: No, Henry. You were praying for guidance.[/box]

A magical Christmas movie viewed out of season.

Newly appointed Episcopal Bishop Henry Brougham (David Niven) is obsessed with building a new cathedral in his bishopric.  As such, he is totally immersed in fundraising. He is also grappling with a key donor (Gladys Cooper) whose idea of a cathedral is as one large monument to her deceased husband.  All these things mean Henry has been sorely neglecting his loving wife Julia (Loretta Young) and daughter Debby.

Julia misses their old life at the parish of St. Timothy’s and their real friends such as agnostic Professor Wutheridge (Monty Woolley).  But Henry’s stress levels are such that even Julia’s considerable charms cannot get him to participate in the Christmas holiday or to take a break even for meals.  It looks like their marriage is falling apart.  This and yet another setback cause Henry to send up a heartfelt prayer for help.

This is answered in the form of Dudley (Cary Grant), an angel without wings who signs on as Henry’s assistant.  But Dudley’s assistance mostly takes the form of giving Julia the attention and fun she craves.  He also captivates daughter Debby and housekeeper Mrs. Hamilton (Elsa Lanchester).  So Henry is none too pleased with Dudley’s work.  By the end, though, we discover that you can’t always get what you want but, often enough, you get what you need.

The schmalz level of this movie is high but if one is in the correct frame of mind it can be completely endearing.  It’s funny no one thought of casting Grant as an angel before this as he is perfect in every way – suave, handsome, romantic, and witty.   There is a scene when Grant ice skates with Loretta Young and in turn with James Gleason that is total movie magic.  Grant and Niven make excellent foils.

The Bishop’s Wife won the Oscar for Best Sound, Recording.  It was nominated in the categories of Best Picture; Best Director; Best Film Editing; and Best Music, Scoring of a Dramatic or Comedy Picture (Hugo Friedhofer).

The story was remade in 1996 as The Preacher’s Wife with Denzel Washington and Whitney Houston.

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Brighton Rock (1947)

Brighton Rock
Directed by John Boulting
Written by Graham Greene and Terrence Rattigan from the novel by Greene
1947/UK
Charter Film Productions
First viewing/Amazon Instant

[box] Rose: People change.

Ida: I’ve never changed. It’s like those sticks of rock. Bite one all the way down, you’ll still read Brighton. That’s human nature.[/box]

At only seventeen years old, Richard Attenborough’s Pinkie Brown makes Harry Lime look like a pussycat.  Brighton Rock is an absolutely gripping British film noir.

A title card informs us that between the wars, the English seaside resort of Brighton used to be over run by gangs preying on racegoers.  When the former gang leader is killed, fresh-faced Pinkie Brown takes over the collection of much older hoodlums through sheer force of will.  The deceased was fingered by a reporter named Fred Hale.  His newspaper has enlisted him to play “Kolley Kibber” out on a walking tour of Brighton for the day.  The gimmick is that the first person to challenge “Kolley” will win a prize and anybody picking up one of the cards he leaves around will win a smaller prize.  Fred’s picture appears on the front page of that day’s edition.

Forearmed, the gang is ready for revenge.  The first act of the film follows Fred’s terrified flight from the thugs.  One of Fred’s ploys is to enlist a good-natured lush, Ida (Hermoine Baddeley), to spend the day with him.  He begs her not to leave him for a minute.  He’s a goner when she does.  She gets back just in time to catch a brief glimpse of Pinkie.  Then we see Pinkie elaborately establishing his alibi for the crime.  Part of this is to order his men to distribute cards around town as though Fred had been in action later in the day.

But henchman Spicer, already very nervous about the gang’s involvement in murder, slips up.  He leaves a card under the tablecloth in a cafe where he stops for a beer.  Pinkie is irate and goes to retrieve the card.  Unfortunately for her, the waitress, Rose, has already found the card and reveals that she has an excellent memory for faces.  So Pinkie begins wooing the innocent young Catholic, who quickly adores him.

Meanwhile, Ida does not believe that Fred’s death was a suicide as ruled in the coroner’s inquest.  She takes it on herself to see that justice is done.  The remainder of the film is taken up with her investigation and Pinkie’s increasingly heartless efforts to stay one step ahead of the law.

Greene was a convert to Catholicism and a great student of human nature.  He certainly was not afraid to name Satan and incarnate him.  There is a very interesting morality play buried deep in what is basically a crime film.  I’d like to read the source novel some time.

This is a great movie, so dynamic that I was able to ignore the numerous coincidences and remain thoroughly engrossed.  It all hinges on the performances of Attenborough and Baddeley, both probably at career heights.  But the film is also full of unforgettable set pieces like the Hanes chase, the ghost train at the pier, the double cross at the racetrack, the gramophone recording and more.  Highly recommended.

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The Ghost and Mrs. Muir (1947)

The Ghost and Mrs. Muir
Directed by Joseph L. Mankiewicz
Written by Philip Dunne from the novel by R.A. Dick
1947/USA
Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation
Repeat viewing/Netflix rental
#211 of 1001 Films You Must See Before You Die

[box] Lucy Muir: He took me unaware!

Captain Gregg: [laughs] My dear, since Eve picked the apple, no woman’s ever been taken entirely unawares.[/box]

This classic is perhaps a bit more beloved by most people than by me.  Even so, the male contingent is strong and it looks gorgeous as only an A product of the studio era can.

The story takes place in England at the turn of the last century.  Lucy Muir (Tierney) is a young widow with a little daughter (Natalie Wood) who works up the courage to leave the stifling confines of her mother-in-laws home.  She intends to move to the seacoast and live on the dividends from her deceased husband’s gold shares.

She looks for a house to rent and despite a lot of discouragement from the estate agent sets her heart on Gull Cottage.  When she tours the house, it becomes obvious that it is haunted but Lucy is undeterred.  Not even a personal appearance by the resident ghost, Capt. Daniel Gregg (Rex Harrison), can chase her away.  As the captain gets to know the spunky, beautiful Lucy he no longer wants her to go.  The two become confidants.

Then Lucy’s goldmines dry up and it looks like she will have to move back to London with the in-laws.  The captain comes up with the idea of dictating his memoirs to Lucy as a means of earning her some money.  Despite his salty language, the two work well together.  On a visit to a publisher, Lucy meets smooth operator Miles Farley, a children’s author.  Capt. Gregg takes an instantaneous dislike to the oily womanizer but Lucy is intrigued.  Lucy sells the book and the Captain, deciding that Lucy must be left to her own devices, departs.  Before he does, he implants a message that he was only a dream and Lucy the sole author of the book.

Faithful readers will know that, for reasons unknown even to myself, I am not a Gene Tierney fan.  Here she seems particularly smug and insufferable to me.  Luckily, this cannot dim the beauty of the images or the fine performances of Harrison and Sanders.  The film is also blessed with a gorgeous, evocative Bernard Herrmann score.  Every classic film buff should see it at least once.

Charles Lang was Oscar-nominated for Best Cinematography, Black-and-White.

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Los tres García (1947)

Los tres García (1947)
Directed by Ismael Rodríguez
Written by Fernando Méndez, Carlos Orellana, and Ismael Rodríguez
1947/Mexico
Producciones Rodríguez Hermanos
First viewing/Netflix rental

 

[box] Ay, ay, ay, ay/ Canta y no llores/ Porque cantando se alegran/ Cielito lindo, los corazones

Ay, ay, ay, ay/ Sing and don’t cry/ Because singing gladdens/Pretty Little Heaven, the hearts — from “Cielito Lindo” [/box]

Pleasant musical comedy from the Golden Age of Mexican cinema with heartthrob Pedro Infante.

The three Garcia cousins couldn’t be more different.  One is a rich moneylender; another a womanizer; and the third a poor but proud rancher.  Their cigar-chomping grandma despairs of their ever getting along.  Even at her birthday celebration they fight.  Then their other cousin, a beautiful young blonde, comes to visit from the U.S. and the rivalry gets even worse as they compete for her love.  But the Garcias are as one when the evil Lopezes come to gun them down.

This movie is loaded with machismo and good singing and is a lot of fun.  Grandma is a tough matriarch and totally adorable all at the same time.  She is definitely the highlight.

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Clip – Pedro Infante et al sing “Cielito Lindo”

One Wonderful Sunday (1947)

One Wonderful Sunday (“Subarashiki nichiyôbi”)one wonderful sunday poster
Directed by Akira Kurosawa
Written by Akira Kurosawa and Keinosuke Uekusa
1947/Japan
Tojo Company
First viewing/Hulu Plus

 

Masako: All you people, applaud. All you young lovers, applaud for your dreams.

This film provides a very interesting glimpse into the wreckage that was Toyko immediately after World War II.  The ending has some major problems but until then Kurosawa shows off his developing mastery.

Yuzo and Masako have been engaged since before the war but, despite working, are too poor to marry and set up household.  Being too honest to participate in the black market, Yuzo sees little way out.  The couple meets only on Sundays.  On this particular Sunday, they have to figure out a way to amuse themselves on only the 35 yen they share between them.  Masako’s challenge is to prevent Yuzo from sliding into complete despair.  She is relentlessly cheerful, recalling the dreams they used to share of one day opening a cafe.

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The film follows the two as they engage in the activities open to them.  Most everything seems to go wrong.  They tour a model house which is hopelessly out of their price range; visit a filthy rented room that is similarly too expensive. Yuzo plays a game of sandlot baseball with some children and damages a shopowner’s sign.  Yuzo looks up an old army buddy who has opened a cabaret but it turns out the place is the hangout of gangsters and the man refuses to see him.  Then a torrential downpour starts.  They try to go to a concert but are priced out of the cheap seats when scalpers buy them all up.

The couple retreat to Yuzo’s flat, where he seems lost in depression and beyond the reach of Masako.  But they are young and together they somehow survive the day and plan for next Sunday.

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Evidence of the American occupation is everywhere in this film from the ruins of bombed out buildings and empty lots to English-language signage all around.  The general run of Japanese seem to be ruthless profiteers out only for their own survival.  The lot of children seems to be particularly bleak.  What chance does a young couple that retains an ounce of idealism have? According to Kurosawa, there is hope if they can hold on to their dreams.

It is interesting to contrast the more muscular Kurosawa to the softer Ozu film of the same year.  Both One Wonderful Sunday and Record of a Tenement Gentleman explore Tokyo at its lowest ebb.  But though both films end with a plea for compassion, the poverty in the Ozu film is incidental to the human story while it seems to be part of a more political polemic in the Kurosawa.

Kurosawa makes dynamic use of his beloved rain and wind.  The scene in Yuzo’s apartment drags on endlessly as we watch him mope with and without the support of Masako.  But the length seemed to add to the realism for me.  The ending sequence, however, went on and on to much less effect only to culminate in some too obvious speechifying,  Nonetheless recommended to anyone interested in the period or the filmmaker.

 

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Quai des Orfevres (1947)

Quai des Orfevres
Directed by Henri-Georges Clouzot
Written by Henri-Georges Clouzot and Jean Ferry from the novel “Legitime Defense” by Stanislas-André Steeman
1947/France
Majestic Films
Repeat viewing/Netflix rental

[box] Hooker: Life’s no fun, that’s for sure.[/box]

This may just be the least misanthropic of all Clouzot’s thrillers. As usual, though, it is an engrossing look at the underbelly of French life through the cynical eyes of a master.

Jenny Lamour (Suzy Delair) is a music hall singer with a figure and attitude that could really take her places.  Her husband is also her accompanist.  Maurice (Bernard Blier) is a diffident non-descript little man, who is extremely possessive of his wife.  Maurice and Jenny live in the same building as Dora (Simone Renent), a beautiful blonde still photographer who is not above shooting a little soft porn on the side.  Dora is a friend to both of the spouses.  We learn that, despite Jenny’s willingness to use her charms to get what she wants, she and Maurice enjoy quite a torrid marital relationship and Jenny is rather jealous of Dora as well.

The story really begins when a randy old producer expresses interest in signing Jenny for the movies.  He insists on private tete-a-tetes to seal the deal.  The first is to take place over lunch, but Maurice bursts in and threatens to kill the man if he ever catches him with his wife.  Jenny later tries to evade Maurice by claiming she is going away to visit her sick grandmother. Maurice sees through the ruse and sets up an elaborate alibi to cover his murder scheme.  But when Maurice arrives at the man’s apartment, he is already dead.

The murder case is assigned to the rumpled, wily Inspector Antoine (Louis Jouvert), who would like nothing better than to spend the Christmas holiday with his young son.  The rest of the story follows the progress of the investigation as the three friends get in deeper and deeper by trying to protect each other.

This film had me from the get go with its clever opening in which Clouzot economically introduces his characters and their world through the development of a song from creation to performance (see clip).  I just love the way the director use of detail to tell his stories and the brilliant cutting and composition of his films.  Something wonderful must have happened to Clouzot, or maybe he was just basking in relief from having his post-war ban removed.  Any way, every single character is basically sympathetic and human here.  I rather missed the malevolence. Recommended.

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Body and Soul (1947)

Body and Soul
Directed by Robert Rossen
Written by Abraham Polonsky
1947/USA
Enterprise Productions
Repeat viewing/Netflix rental

 

[box] Charlie Davis: What are you gonna do? Kill me? Everybody dies.[/box]

From before the blacklist, when boxing was a stand-in for cut throat capitalism. John Garfield is terrific as a scrapper who almost loses his soul to the game.

Charlie Davis (Garfield) is a talented amateur boxer who lives with his parents above their candy store, dreaming of bigger and better things.  His mother (Anne Revere) wants him to give up the ring and get an education.  His friend Shorty is trying to get him an in with manager Quinn (William Conrad) to turn pro.  Charlie’s father secretly supports Charlie’s boxing ambitions but is killed suddenly when the speakeasy next to the shop is blown up.  For awhile, Charlie stays home to please his mother.  It is then that he meets and falls in love with beautiful immigrant painter Peg (Lilli Palmer).   But he can’t get work and when a welfare worker comes around Charlie defies his mother and starts fighting for Quinn to get money.

Charlie defeats all comers as a pro.  Soon he and Quinn are looking for a championship bout.  Nobody can get one without the backing of ruthless promoter Roberts.  Roberts wants nothing less than half of Charlie.  As he waits for his fight, Quinn and Roberts show Charlie the high life, complete with wine, women and song.  By the time the championship fight is sight, Charlie is thoroughly corrupted and prefers money even at the cost of Peg and Shorty.

Finally Charlie is scheduled for a championship bout with  Ben Chaplin (Canada Lee) who, unbeknownst to him but not to anyone else, is suffering from a life-threatening blood clot in the brain.  A KO in the ring almost takes Ben’s life.  But despite learning that his keepers have set him up for this mockery of a fight, Charlie takes it in stride only hiring Ben as his sparring partner to make up for it.  Charlie gets softer and softer the higher he flies until the time when he must make a final choice between money and integrity.

The film is the prototypical boxing movie in which the hero must prove his mettle when asked to take a dive.  Here though, the moral issues take on a philosophical and political significance thanks to the pointed and pithy dialogue of Abraham Polonski (Force of Evil).  In addition, what sets Body and Soul apart from more pedestrian fare is a the mesmerizing performance by Garfield and the gritty fight sequences, cited by Martin Scorsese as as inspiration for Raging Bull.  Nobody did shiny night streets better than cinematographer James Wong Howe and we get these in abundance here.

Per IMDb, an extremely large number of the cast and crew on the film – writer Abraham Polonsky, actors John Garfield, Anne Revere, Lloyd Gough, Canada Lee, Art Smith, Shimen Ruskin, producer Bob Roberts and, to a lesser extent, cinematographer Howe – found themselves either blacklisted or greylisted during the HUAC witch hunts of the 1950s, while director Robert Rossen only avoided that fate by naming names.

Body and Soul won the Oscar for Best Film Editing.  It was nominated in the categories of Best Actor and Best Writing, Original Screenplay.

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Brute Force (1947)

Brute Force
Directed by Jules Dassin
Written by Richard Brooks; story by Robert Patterson
1947/USA
Mark Hellinger Productions/Universal International Pictures
Repeat viewing/Netflix rental

[box] Spencer: You know, I was just thinking. An insurance company could go flat broke in this prison.[/box]

Hume Cronyn plays against type as a sadistic guard in this violent prison picture. Burt Lancaster tears up the screen right along with him.

Westgate Prison is badly overcrowded and administered by a dipsomaniac warden who asks little more than to keep his job.  The liberal-minded prison doctor is equally ineffectual.  So the real boss is Capt. Munsey (Cronyn) who sees the prisoners somewhat like how a boy who likes to torture flies sees his victims.  He loves to play them off each other, get under their skin, and dole out brutal punishments.

Joe Collins (Lancaster) has just been released from solitary.  He is a tough customer and the men look up to him.  Joe and several of the other prisoners have ladies waiting for them (or maybe not) that they long to be with.  We learn their stories in flashback.

One day, Joe learns that there may be an escape route through a drainage tunnel that unlucky prisoners are sent to work on.  He makes an escape plan and assembles a small team. But Muncey is one step ahead of him….  With Charles Bickford, Sam Levene, Howard Duff, and Sir Lancelot as prisoners and Yvonne De Carlo, Ella Raines and Anne Blythe as prisoners’ wives and sweethearts.

This is worth seeing for Cronyn’s performance.  Lancaster plays rage and torment as nobody could.  The prison breakout is memorable in its sheer power and violence.  The  film gets a bit preachy at the very end but not so as to undercut what went before.

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Black Narcissus (1947)

Black Narcissusposter_06
Directed by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger
Written by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger from the novel by Rumer Godden
1947/UK
The Archers
Repeat viewing/Netflix rental
#194 of 1001 Films You Must See Before You Die

 

[box] Sister Clodagh: Well I really don’t know what to do.

Mr. Dean: What would Christ have done?[/box]

I have seen this more times than I can count and each time I am more enchanted each time by the beauty of its images and astounded that it could possibly have been shot on the studio lot in England.  Coincidence that this was made just as Britain was poised to lose the jewel in its colonial crown?  I think not.

A “working” order of Episcopal nuns, bound only by annual vows, prepares to open a school and clinic high in the Indian Himalayas courtesy of a local General/Maharaja. Against the Mother Superior’s better judgement, young Sister Clodagh (Deborah Kerr) is appointed to lead the small contingent sent to staff the convent.  For some reason, Mother decides to select Sister Ruth (Kathleen Bryan), a “problem case” for this arduous duty as well.

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When the nuns arrive, they find they are to be housed in a castle in which the General’s father kept his many women.  The castle is decorated with erotic frescos of pleasure gardens.  The General has paid the populace to fill the school and hospital.  The scent of Black Narcissus perfume, and later of tropical flowers, fills the air.  Native drums beat day and night and the wind blows incessantly.

Worst, studly Mr. Dean (David Farrar) is the nuns’ only link with the Western world and he has gone fairly native himself.  It doesn’t help that he runs around bare chested and in short shorts all the time.  Soon the nuns are having a hard time keeping their minds on their work as long suppressed desires start flooding back.  With Flora Robson as one of the nuns, Sabu as the general’s son and Jean Simmons as a wild young local girl.

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This is a simply gorgeous movie.  Cinematographer Jack Cardiff was a student of classical art and uses color like a painter.  To add to the glory, the film benefits from some of the best matte paintings ever done.  It took me a couple of viewings to get into the overblown plot but the visuals were immediately captivating.  The horror story that takes over in the final act is another kind of visual delight.

In one sense, this is a story of the futility of the colonial enterprise, if not of its immorality. The nuns might just as well have been sent to live on another planet for all the understanding they were able to develop of the people.  And vice versa of course.  The difference is that nobody asked the nuns to go there.

One niggle.  Does anyone else think David Farrar looks like a small boy riding that tiny pony in those little shorts and funny hat?  I don’t think Powell and Pressburger could have found a better way to make him anti-sexy.  Then again, as soon as they focus on his face and eyes, he does quite well in that department.

Black Narcissus won Academy Awards for Best Cinematography, Color and Best Art Direction-Set Decoration, Color.

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Record of a Tenement Gentleman (1947)

Record of a Tenement Gentleman (“Nagaya shinshiroku”)
Directed by Yasujirô Ozu
Written by Tadao Ikeda and Yasujirô Ozu
1947/Japan
Shôchiku Eiga
First viewing/Hulu Plus

 

[box] Some mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together. ~Pearl S. Buck[/box]

Ozu sets his first post-War film in a Tokyo where residents live on the margins, scrounging for everyday items like mirrors and garden hoses and waiting for food to become available.

In this atmosphere, a fortune-teller (Chishû Ryô) finds  a lost or abandoned homeless boy who will not stop following him.  He takes him home but his flat mate seems to be beset by romantic difficulties (we overhear this in one of the most bizarre film openings ever) and is unwilling to take the child.  The two dump the boy for “one night” on neighbor Tane (Chôko Iida).  Tane, a childless widow, resists taking the child and is even less impressed when he turns out to be a bedwetter with fleas.

The very next day Tane makes the long walk to the neighborhood where the boy last lived with his father.  The father has moved.  Now Tane curses the father and does all in her power to lose the boy.  But no such luck.  So they continue their fretful co-existence until the day Tane wets the bed again and runs away and Tane finds she will search high and low until she finds him.

This film ends on an uncharacteristically dogmatic note with Tane calling for a return to the old ways, before “modern” self-centeredness took hold.  This somewhat mars the proceedings which are basically light and airy.  Ozu had a special way with children and it is totally evident here.  This would also be worth watching just to see Ryô entertain his neighbors with a recitation from his old days with a peep-show.

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