Daily Archives: June 28, 2015

No Man of Her Own (1950)

No Man of Her Own
Directed by Mitchell Leisen
Written by Sally Benson and Catherine Turney based on the novel “I Married a Dead Man” by Cornell Woolrich
1950/USA
Paramount Pictures
First viewing/Amazon Instant

[box] Bill Harkness: [returns to car after dumping a dead body onto a moving train] He stayed on, caught on the catwalk or whatever it is, but his hat and… came off.

Helen Ferguson: Don’t.[/box]

The preposterous story and overuse of the internal monologue suck any pleasure from a couple hours with Barbara Stanwyck right out of this film.

As the movie begins, Helen Ferguson (Stanwyck) is banging on the door of sometime boyfriend Steve Morley (Lyle Bettger) in tears.  He stays safely inside his New York apartment with his blonde paramour.  Eventually, he slips a five-dollar bill and a one-way ticket to San Francisco under the door  to the pregnant, penniless waif.  From his knowing smirk to his current girlfriend who says “you will never give me the brush off like that” we know that Steve is a rat bastard.

Helen looks so pathetic on the train that a young married couple, the Harknesses, takes her under its wing.  While Helen and the also pregnant Patrice Harkness are in the ladies room, for some reason Patrice asks Helen to wear her wedding ring.  The next instant there is a horrific train crash.

When she wakes up in the hospital after extensive surgery, Helen discovers she has delivered a healthy baby boy by caesarean section, both “Helen Ferguson” and Mr. Harkness were killed, and she is being addressed as Mrs. Harkness.  Her “in-laws” are showering the baby with presents.  Helen remembers that the Harknesses have never met Patrice and decides to go along with the charade, emerging as Patrice Harkness when she arrives in Mr. Harkness’ hometown.

Of course, “Partice” knows suspiciously little about her husband.  The inlaws attribute this to grief and shock.  The husband’s brother (John Lund) is on to her right away but has fallen so desperately in love with her that he doesn’t let on.  The inlaws adore the baby and are so downright lovable that Helen cannot bear to reveal the deception.  Later the mother-in-law’s heart condition keeps her from spilling the beans.  Then Steve Morley shows up with blackmail on his mind.  The only solution to Helen’s predicament might be murder.

I was not in the mood for a melodrama as over the top as this one.  It was impossible for me to suspend my disbelief at any point.  The ending is an absolute eye-roller.  To top it off we are treated to Helen’s interior monologue throughout.  It is always something obvious like “I can’t possibly get away with this” or “he will never leave me alone”.  The lazy storytelling really got on my nerves.  Stanwyck’s inherent strength of character is totally wasted on this material.

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The Flowers of St. Francis (1950)

The Flowers of St. Francis (“Francesco, giullare di Dio”)
Directed by Roberto Rossellini
Written by Federico Fellini, Roberto Rossellini, Antonio Lisandrini, et al
1950/Italy
Cineriz/Rizzoli Film
First viewing/Hulu Plus

[box] For it is in giving that we receive. — Francis of Assisi [/box]

I still don’t know quite where I stand on this one.  It is beautiful to look at but decidedly odd.

The spirtual life and teachings of St. Francis are told by Rossellini through a series of short vignettes.  We begin with Francis and a group of his followers joyously travelling through the pouring rain in search of shelter.

They finally reach their destined location and build a rudimentary chapel and shelter. Although all is tiny and ramshackle they pronounce it beautiful.  The men glory in their natural surroundings, thank God for everything that comes to them, and follow Francis as their spiritual father.

Along with Francis, who retains his dignity at all times, we focus on a simple old man who joins the order and parrots whatever Francis does.  We also spend a lot of time with one of the monks who has to be restrained from giving away his clothing to any passing beggar. This man is asked to stay home and cook, which he does in company with the simpleton to various degrees of success.  When he is finally allowed to go out to preach, he stumbles upon a tyrant who has laid a village under siege and is almost hung for his pains. Finally, Francis sends all the brothers out in different directions to spread the gospel and the community is dissolved.

I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t exactly this.  You can feel Fellini’s influence over much of it.  Francis radiates holiness but his disciples come off as really goofy.  They are pure in their simplicity, however.  The story is filmed in a stunningly elevating neorealistic style.  One thing that can be said for this is that it is not saccharine in its Christianity.  Worth seeing at least once.

All the roles were played by actual monks.  I love this piece of IMDb trivia:  “The filmmakers wanted to donate something to the monks who acted in the film since they refused payment. According to Rossellini’s daughter, he expected them to ask that the donation be something charitable – setting up a soup kitchen or the like. Instead, the monks surprised everyone by asking for fireworks. Rossellini saw to it that the town had an enormous, elaborate fireworks display that was the talk of the region for years.”

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