Category Archives: Noir Month

Films noir watched in June and July 2013

The Verdict (1946)

The Verdict
Directed by Don Siegel
Written by Peter Milne from a novel by Israel Zangwill
1946/USA
Warner Bros.
First viewing/Warner Archive DVD

 

[box] Supt. George Edward Grodman: I feel as if I were drinking at my own wake.[/box]

This Sidney Greensreet/Peter Lorre locked room mystery didn’t grab me.

The story opens in 19th Century London with Superintendent George Grodman (Greenstreet) of Scotland Yard witnessing the execution of a man he helped to convict. Almost immediately his bitter rival Supt. Buckley (George Colouris) brings him the missing alibi witness that establishes the man’s innocence.  Grodman is forced to retire and Buckley takes his job.

At Grodman’s house, we meet his friends:  an artist with a taste for the macabre, mine-owning lout Arthur Kendall whose aunt was the murder victim, and a reformist Parliamentarian who is Kendall’s sworn enemy.  Naturally, these three all live in the same boarding house.  After the party breaks up, we see Kendall arguing with music-hall singer Lottie Rawson (Joan Lorring) about some fake jewelry he gave her.

The next day, the landlady finds Kendall’s door locked and cannot rouse him.  Suspecting foul play, she calls Grodman and the two discover Kendall’s murdered body.  All hypotheses on how the killer could have entered and exited the locked room prove impossible.  The rest of the story follows the inept Buckley as he investigates the murder with occasional help from Grodman.

I think it’s a stretch to call this murder mystery a film noir.  It’s competently made but didn’t make me care about the outcome.  It does give viewers the opportunity to see director Don Siegel’s (Dirty Harry)  first feature film.

Clip – Joan Lorring sings “Give Me a Little Bit”

The Reckless Moment (1949)

The Reckless Moment
Directed by Max Ophüls
Written by Mel Dinelli, Sidney Garson, et al from the Ladies Home Journal story “The Blank Wall”
1949/USA
Columbia Pictures Corporation
First viewing/Korean import DVD
#226 of 1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die

[box] Martin: Hell is other people…[/box]

The List introduced me to this film and for that I am grateful.

Lucia Harper’s (Joan Bennett) husband is in Berlin at Christmas and she is left to head the household of her father, seventeen-year old daughter Bea and younger sons.  They are a respectable, tight-knit middle class family.  Clearly Lucia is not used to making important decisions on her own nor does she want to bother her husband.  Her daughter has taken up with a much older man, Ted Darby  and Joan feels she must break it off.  She confronts the man and he offers to stop seeing Bea in exchange for a pay-off.  Instead, Lucia goes home and tells Bea what Ted said.  Bea meets him, they argue, and Bea pushes him, causing him to hit his head on an anchor and, unbeknownst to her, killing him.

In the morning, Lucia finds the corpse.  In her panic, she takes the body out to sea in a motor boat (they live in Balboa) and sinks it with the anchor.  The body is soon discovered. Then bad guy Nagel, an associate of the deceased, gets his hands on Bea’s love letters to Ted and sends his buddy Martin Donnelly (James Mason) to threaten Lucia that they will go to the police with the letters unless she pays them $5,000 more or less immediately.

But Lucia doesn’t have the money and can’t think of a way to get it without involving her husband, which she still is unwilling to do.  Fortunately for her, Martin develops an affection for her.  Now they are both in great danger from the ruthless Nagel.

So far I have found Ophül’s American films a mixed bag but I really liked this one.  The acting is first rate and the story is interesting and beautifully filmed. This part was totally against type for the usually seductive Bennett and she was excellent in it.  Mason is Mason.  I don’t think I have seen him with a bit of an Irish brogue in his accent before.

I have to admit I was frustrated with the ending, however. I felt like a certain undeserving party got let off the hook too easily.  Maybe I should have worked for the Hayes office! Actually, I don’t know how they got away with this in 1949.

Fan trailer – montage of clips and stills (spoilers)

 

 

Kiss Me Deadly (1955)

Kiss Me Deadly
Directed by Robert Aldrich
Written by A.I. Bezzerides based on the novel by Mickey Spillane
1955/USA
Parklane Pictures Inc.
Repeat viewing/Netflix rental
#308 of 1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die

 

[box] Velda: You want to avenge the death of your dear friend. How touching. How sweet. How nicely it justifies your quest for the great whatsit.[/box]

I still don’t exactly understand how the conspiracy was supposed to work here but it doesn’t matter much anyway. Style is the thing and this move is full to over-flowing with it.

Tough-guy private eye Mike Hammer (Ralph Meeker) is driving down a lonely road in his ultra-cool convertible at night when he is waved down by a frantic blonde, Christine (Cloris Leachman in her big-screen debut).  She takes one look at the car and has Mike’s number “You have only one real lasting love – you.”   Christine is clearly terrified.  She has just escaped from an asylum and is naked under her coat.  She tells Mike to forget her if he is able to deliver her to her bus stop.  If not she pleads, “Remember me.”

They do not make it to the bus stop.  The car is waylaid by some mysterious men and the two are taken to a secret location where they are evidently pumped full of drugs.  Mike has hazy, hallucinatory dreams.  When the men are through with them they take the car and push it off a cliff.  Christine dies but Mike survives and wakens from a coma to the ministrations of his secretary/lover Velda and the unwanted attentions of Lt. Murphy, who takes away Mike’s P.I. license and gun permit.

Mike decides that, if Christine knew something, it must be valuable and, ignoring his lack of official sanction, investigates it.  He meets many shady characters and witnesses throughout the very convoluted plot.  Suffice it to say that he comes to blows with most of them and tortures the rest. The exception is Christine’s roommate Lily, who is afraid of a similar fate.  To her he gives shelter.  Otherwise, the mayhem continues until the spectacular climax that closes the film.  With Albert Dekker and Jack Elam as bad guys and Percy Hilton as a pathologist.

As an exercise in pure B-movie style with all the stops pulled out, this is hard to beat.  It was hard to select stills.  They are all so awesome.  But they don’t fully capture the visual artistry of the film with its crazy angles and roaming camera.  The dialogue is a pulpy delight and the delivery of the actors matches it perfectly.  I imagine that Godard and Tarantino got a lot of inspiration from this one.  Highly recommended for those that like this kind of thing.

Trailer – cinematography by Ernest Lazlo

Sorry, Wrong Number (1948)

Sorry, Wrong Number
Directed by Anatole Litvak
Written by Lucille Fletcher
1948/USA
Hal Wallis Productions

Repeat viewing/Amazon Instant Video

 

[box] Henry Stevenson: Besides, what does a dame like you want with a guy like me?[/box]

It is mighty tricky to build a movie around telephone conversations.

The wealthy Leona Stevenson (Barbara Stanwyck) is a professional invalid, lounging in bed all day with her books and bonbons.  She goes into hysterics and has chest pain when her formidable will is challenged in any way and rules her husband Henry (Burt Lancaster) with an iron hand.

On this particular evening (the story plays out in real time, with flashbacks), her attendants have the night off, on the agreement that Henry will be home at 6 p.m.  He is late, however, and Leona incessantly calls his office number but it is always busy.  She asks an operator to put the call through and overhears two hired killers discussing a murder to take place that night at 11:15.

The increasingly upset Leona tries to get the operator to trace the call, to get the police to investigate, etc. with no luck.  In the meantime, the phone is ringing off the hook with calls from a Mr. Evans asking for Henry.

Leona simply cannot bear staying alone in the house.  She tries to find Henry through his secretary and is directed to his old girlfriend Sally.  Then, after she gets a telegram saying Henry has gone to a convention to Baltimore, she calls her doctor.  Finally, Mr. Evans leaves a disturbing message for Henry.  All these people fill in more of the story, segueing into flashback as they tell Leona what they know.  None of it is reassuring.

This is Barbara Stanwyck’s movie and is an acting tour de force.  She does nothing to make Leona in the least sympathetic but is the epitome of whining, controlling womanhood and very believable.  I though Burt Lancaster was a bit miscast as the henpecked husband but he does his best with the part.

The movie is the expansion of an excellent one-woman half-hour radio drama containing only Leona’s conversations with service people such as the operator, the police, a hospital nurse etc. Naturally, this would not make a film.  I can’t think of any other way that the filmmakers could have retained the basic premise but the movie does come off at times as gimmicky.  That said, it is well worth seeing for Stanwyck’s performance.

Barbara Stanwyck was nominated for a Best Actress Oscar for her performance in Sorry, Wrong Number.

Trailer (spoilers) – cinematography by Sol Polito

The original radio play with Agnes Moorehead

 

Storm Warning (1951)

Storm Warning
Directed by Stuart Heisler
Written by Daniel Fuchs and Richard Brooks
1951/USA
Warner Bros.
First viewing/Netflix rental

 

[box] Faulkner: Let’s not fool ourselves, Charlie. You know the boys. Without those white hoods to hide in, they’re no heroes. That’s why they need the hoods in the first place. Put them under fire, legal fire, and you’ll see a rat race like you never seen before! They’ll squeal, they’ll cry, they’ll run like rabbits![/box]

There are some excellent performances and plenty of thrills in this movie about how the Klan intimidates an entire town.

Dress model Martha Mitchell (Ginger Rogers) takes a night off from a business trip to visit her recently married sister Lucy (Doris Day).  Minutes after she gets off the bus and heads to the recreation center where Lucy works, she witnesses hooded Klan members dragging a man out of jail and murdering him.  A couple of the men are not hooded.  Martha arrives at Lucy’s house, shaken, and is appalled to recognize Lucy’s husband Hank (Steve Cochran) as one of the killers.  Hank says the group only wanted to scare the man and acts contrite.  Martha promises to keep her mouth shut for Lucy’s sake since her sister is expecting a baby and is madly in love with the oafish, vicious truck driver.  She promises to slip away the next morning.

Her departure is delayed when  local D.A. Burt Rainey (Ronald Reagan) finds evidence that she must have been near the jail at the time of the murder.  She says that she was unable to recognize the murderers because they were all wearing hoods.  Unwittingly she has become Rainey’s star witness at the inquest.  He had been unable to break the code of silence enforced by the Klan for years and sees a chance to name the group in the murder..

But Grand Vizer Charlie Barr fears an examination of the Klan’s books which will reveal that he has been taking a big cut of the proceeds from selling regalia, dues, etc.  He threatens to pin the entire murder on Hank if Martha testifies about the hoods.  Reluctantly, Martha lies at the inquest.  But when the awful Hank harasses an innocent townsman at the rec center and later tries to rape her, she changes her mind.  Things get increasingly scary after that.

Ginger Rogers proved she deserved her acting Oscar for Kitty Foyle in this very dramatic role.  This was Doris Day’s first non-singing screen role and I thought she was convincing as a small town housewife.  But the big draw of the film for me is Steve Cochran’s very believable turn as an ignorant villain.  Heisler keeps the tension high throughout culminating in the truly frightening cross burning scene.

The one flaw in the picture, and for some it may be a deal breaker, is the watered-down portrayal of the Klan.  This Klan is not a white supremacist organization but instead is battling “busybodies and outsiders”.  They kill the reporter for threatening to investigate their books for tax evasion.  I wonder whom the filmmakers were trying not to offend …

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSWg8ibQFh4

Trailer – Cinematography by Charles E. Guthrie

Scandal Sheet (1952)

Scandal Sheet
Directed by Phil Karlson
Written by Ted Sherdeman, Eugene Ling and James Poe based on the novel The Dark Page by Samuel Fuller
1952/USA
Motion Picture Investors/Columbia Pictures
First viewing/Netflix rental

[box] Biddle: You know that wasn’t a bad looking dame. Too bad the guy used an axe on her head. Spoiled some pretty pictures for me.[/box]

It seems that the media was a favorite target of filmmakers in the 1950’s.

After Mark Chapman (Broderick Crawford) took over as editor-in-chief of a big city newspaper, he turned it into a tabloid and circulation skyrocketed.  Feature writer Jullie Allison (Donna Reed) finds her new boss’s methods deplorable but ace crime reporter Steve McCleary (John Derek), who is sweet on her, is modeling himself on Chapman.

One of Chapman’s ploys is hosting a “Lonelyhearts” dance, with prizes, and reporting on the paper’s successful matchmaking.  Unfortunately, the wife (Rosemary DeCamp) he abandoned over 20 years ago when he was known as George Grant is one of the lonely.  She confronts him, threatens to expose him, and winds up dead in a bathtub.

McCleary is on the case and soon discovers it was murder.  Like his boss has taught him, he follows up with dogged determination.  Rummy ex-newsman Charlie Barnes joins in the fun.  More murders follow but they do not dissuade the star reporter.  With Harry Morgan as a photographer.

I really enjoyed the sheer energy of this one.  It moves along at a nice clip and all the performances are very good.  The plot has the flavor of Sam Fuller, who wrote the source material, but some of his excesses have been trimmed to the benefit of realism. Phil Karlson has been hit and miss for me but this was a hit.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_JLUCIFBGs

Title sequence -cinematography by Burnett Guffey

Edge of the City (1957)

Edge of the City
Directed by Martin Ritt
Written by Robert Alan Arthur
1957/USA
David Susskind Productions/Jonathan Productions/Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer
First viewing/Netflix rental

[box] “There is nothing more frightful than ignorance in action.” ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Collected Works[/box]

This waterfront drama was written specifically for Sidney Portier and shows off his dramatic range.

Axel North (John Cassavettes) arrives in New York with a secret and an introduction to waterfront foreman Charles Malik (Jack Warden).  His secret is such that he is willing to pay Malik part of his hourly wage to get a job.  We learn early on that his actual name is Nordman and he is estranged from his parents.

Malik proves to be a bully.  His needling gets worse when Axel becomes friendly with an easy going black foreman, Tommy Tyler (Portier).  Tyler offers Axel a place on his crew and introduces him to his family, including wife Lucy (Ruby Dee) and her friend Ellen. They all become close friends.

 

It develops that Malik’s animus comes from his racial bigotry.  Things take a tragic turn when he provokes the stoic Tyler beyond endurance.

For some reason, I couldn’t really get into this movie.  Portier’s character is too good to be true and much as I love Cassavettes he is fairly stiff here. Warden is at his explosive best though and the dramatic finale is gripping.

This was director Martin Ritt’s (Hud, The Spy Who Came in From the Cold, Norma Rae) big-screen debut.

Trailer – cinematography by Joseph Brun

The Street with No Name (1948)

The Street with No Name
Directed by William Keighley
Written by Harry Kleiner
1948/USA
Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation
First viewing/Netflix rental

 

[box] Alec Stiles: What’s the use of having a war if you don’t learn from it?[/box]

This early semi-documentary style police procedural is enlivened by Richard Widmark’s performance as the germo-phobic gang boss and gritty location shooting on L.A.’s mean streets.

When two innocent civilians fall to gangland shootings, the FBI’s Inspector Briggs (Lloyd Nolan in his character carried over from The House on 92nd Street) suspects a Skid Row gang.  He assigns Agent Gene Cordell (Mark Stevens) to infiltrate the gang and Agent Cy Gordon as his backup undercover at a nearby flophouse.  Cordell insinuates himself into the local scene and soon impresses gang leader Alec Stiles (Widmark) with his boxing prowess at the gym.

Stiles wants to build his organization on “scientific lines”.  His operation benefits from a mysterious informant somewhere deep within the police department.  The story follows the FBI’s procedures in finding the evidence necessary to pin the murders on Stiles and Cordell’s dangerous maneuvers within the gang.  With Ed Begley as the Chief of Police.

Cinematographer Joe McDonald brings his noir expertise (Panic in the Streets, Call Northside 777, Pickup on South Street) to bear in lending interest to what might otherwise be a routine crime drama.  This was Widmark’s second film after his debut as the psychotic Tommy Udo in Kiss of Death.  He is fun to watch as the fastidious, neurotic Stiles, who is nonetheless ready to slap his wife down at the slightest provocation or none at all.  This is all balanced out by many scenes detailing FBI forensic procedures under the bright lights of Bureau labs.

Trailer – cinematography by Joseph MacDonald

 

The Underworld Story (1950)

The Underworld Story
Directed by Cy Endfield
Written by Harry Blankfort and Cy Endfield; story by Craig Rice
1950/USA
FilmCraft Productions
First viewing/Warner Archive DVD

 

[box] Catherine Harris: Did you ever rob graves, Mr. Reese?

Mike Reese: No future in it.[/box]

This indictment of the media is uneven but interesting.

Mike Reese (Dan Duryea) is a reporter who will stop at nothing for a story or a buck.  He is fired from his big city newspaper when an article he wrote (but begged the editor not to publish) resulted in a gangland killing.  The paper’s owner E.J. Stanton (Herbert Marshall) has been battling city boss Carl Durham (Howard da Silva) and believes Reese must have ties to the man. Reese is nothing if not adaptable and goes to Durham to get a loan to start over.  With the money, he buys a half interest in a struggling small town newspaper owned by Cathy Harris (Gale Storm).

E.J. Stanton’s daughter-in-law is promptly murdered.  The audience learns immediately that his son murdered her but is framing the Negro maid Molly (Mary Anderson) for the crime.  The other characters are in the dark.  The tortured Stanton goes along with this to avoid scandal.  Cathy went to school with Molly and believes she could not have committed the crime.  Reese proceeds to cash in by turning Molly over the police for the reward money and then whipping the town up into establishing a defense fund for her, which he intends to split with the defense attorney.

The town big shots, including Stanton, scheme to drive Reese out of town.  Reese fights back against increasingly menacing threats,

First, the good.  By now, readers know how I feel about Duryea and he does not disappoint.  Howard da Silva is perfect as the affable but ruthless Durham.  Stanley Cortez’s cinematography is outstandingly Expressionistic.  On the other hand, most of the other performances are over the top and the story slides into preachy melodrama at points.  And why, oh why, would they cast a white actress as the black maid?  Just because she is sympathetic and educated?

 

The Prowler (1951)

The Prowler Directed by Joseph Losey
Written by Dalton Trumbo (originally credited as “Hugo Butler”); story by Robert Thoeren and Hans Wilhelm
1951/USA Horizon Pictures

First viewing/YouTube

[box] I am frequently told that my films don’t make money. Since I have averaged one film a year for thirty years – some of them expensive ones – I can only conclude that somebody is making money. — Joseph Losey[/box]

Joseph Losey turns film noir on its head with a homme fatale in this subversive chiller.

Susan Gilvray (Evelyn Keyes) has a nervous and lonely life with her apparently much older husband (we never see him) who cannot give her children and leaves her alone every night while he does his radio show.  She hears a prowler and calls the police.  The two cops that answer the call find no prowler but one of them, Webb Garwood (Van Heflin), immediately starts checking out Susan and her lovely home.  Later he returns alone and says department regulations require him to check up on her safety.  They find that they went briefly to the same high school.  Susan was from the right side of the tracks and Webb from the wrong side of Terre Haute, Indiana.  Webb hates his job as a policeman and bears a general grudge toward the world. The next night Webb shows up in his civvies.  He makes aggressive advances and Susan finally caves.  They begin an affair.

When Susan’s husband discovers the affair, Susan tries to break it off.  Webb wants her to go with him to Las Vegas where he has his eye on a motel, which he thinks is a way to make millions without working.  She refuses.  He starts agreeing they should call it quits and she starts pleading with him to take her back.  Finally, while Webb is on patrol, he starts making prowling noises at Susan’s house.  When Susan’s husband comes out to investigate, Webb shoots him.

A coroner’s inquest finds that the death was accidental. Susan and Webb both deny any prior relationship on the stand.  Although Susan is initially very suspicious – even calling out “murderer” at the inquest – Webb soon manages to sweet talk her into a wedding and they depart for Las Vegas.  Then Susan discovers she is four months pregnant.  The increasingly paranoid Webb has some mighty peculiar ideas about this….

I loved this movie though it made me really uncomfortable.  Van Heflin is seriously scary as the deranged Webb.  He is able to convey so much greed, scheming, and paranoia just with his eyes. You can almost read his thoughts and they aren’t pretty.  Evelyn Keyes makes a convincing lovelorn nervous Nellie, who turns out to have a  will of her own.

One of the things I loved most was the way Trumbo and Losey commented on police corruption and the emptiness of the American Dream without making any of this explicit. Some folks find the ending unbelievable, and I suppose it is, but this didn’t bother me. The edgy score adds to the tension.  Highly recommended.

I watched this on YouTube because I thought no U.S. DVD was available, but I now see that a restored version has been released with plenty of extra features.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HR5r47Y6Zw0

Trailer – cinematography by Arthur C. Miller – don’t worry, the “voice of their conscience” is not in the film!