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Saturday, May 26, 2012
ARABESQUE: Burnoose Notice, Special 2012 Horseathon Edition!
Our great pal and fellow blogger Page of My Love of Old Hollywood created a Blogathon dedicated to great horses in movie history: the Horseathon! From May 25th through May 27, you'll find a bevy of splendid steeds for every horse-lover's needs! I'll be revising a new-and-improved post about one of my favorite comedy-thrillers, the 1966 comedy-thriller Arabesque. Hope you'll enjoy it!!
Saddle up and CLICK HERE here for the post
Friday, May 18, 2012
HAVING WONDERFUL CRIME: Like, Write On, Rice!
(Apologies in advance for the photos not being quite as sharp as I'd hoped!)
With a novel based on the work of the funniest, zaniest, most surreal mystery writer the comedy-thriller genre had ever known at that time, I would have been more surprised if I hadn’t enjoyed the 1945 film version of Craig Rice’s novel Having Wonderful Crime (HWC)! What’s more, despite the masculine nom de plume, Craig Rice was a woman; specifically, she became the first female mystery novelist to make the cover of Time Magazine, plus she practically invented the screwball noir! Back in high school at dear old St. Catharine Academy in the Bronx, I read and very much enjoyed several of Rice’s books, especially the Malone stories I’d found in mystery anthologies in our school library. After graduating from Fordham University, I’d been prowling used bookstores to find Rice’s books. Even now, with eBay making it easier to track down hard-to-find books, I’ve barely scratched the surface, partly from rarity, partly from poverty. All I need is a winning lottery ticket to actually afford all the vintage books I want!
But first, a
little background: Rice’s original stories and novels are set in 1940s Chicago
with her popular protagonist, Attorney-at-Law John J. Malone. These stories were
especially popular, with their lively blend of zaniness and surrealism. If
Dashiell Hammett’s The Thin Man showed that marriage and murder-solving
was a match made in mystery fiction heaven, then consider the books showcasing
Malone and his friends to be screwball noir turned up to 11! Meet our
protagonists:
If you
thought The Thin Man’s Nick and Nora Charles could put away liquor with
the greatest of ease, wait’ll you get a snootful of Malone, Jake, and Helene! In
Rice’s novels, when our trio wasn’t solving murders, they hung out at Joe the
Angel’s City Hall Bar, where they’d good-naturedly rib homicide cop Daniel von
Flanagan (he’d added the “von” so he wouldn’t seem like just another just
another Irish cop. Sorry, von Flanagan isn’t in the film version of HWC).
According to
Tom & Enid Schantz of
Rue Morgue Press, “such antics eventually earned (Rice) the
unheard-of sum (for a mystery writer) of $46,000 a year by 1945.” Is it any
wonder Rice’s inimitable brand of daftness made her books smash hits, with her
kisser on the cover of Time in the bargain?
That said, Rice's life wasn't necessarily a bed of roses—or maybe it was, if you count all the thorns. So many talented comedy writers and comedy novelists seem to have a “sad clown” thing going on. Alas, Rice wasn’t immune. She was born Georgiana Craig in 1908 to a wanna-be painter and a wanna-be sculptress, who named the little girl Georgiana. Too bad her folks apparently didn’t wanna-be responsible, loving parents; poor kid! To make a long, sad story a bit shorter, little Georgiana was schlepped from pillar to post. Being unable to conceive a child of their own, Craig’s half-sister Nan and her husband Elton were happy to adopt the child, whose name officially became Georgiana Craig Rice. Still, even with all her success in her adult life as an author, it seems Rice was never quite able to get past the rejection she’d experienced during her childhood. Over time, her life was further complicated by her chronic alcoholism (what is it about renowned authors and substance abuse?!), glaucoma, deafness in one ear, blindness in one eye, and possibly bipolar disorder. With everything Rice had to contend with, I’m surprised she even made it to the age of 49! And yet with all these obstacles in her way, somehow she managed to achieve success as a popular author, blending nutzoid comedy and suspense like nobody's business!
Rice’s novel
output (in every sense of the term) ranged from her 1939 novel 8 Faces
at 3, through her 1957 novel My Kingdom for a Hearse,
published two weeks after her untimely death at the age of 49 from a fall
down the stairs. Several posthumous Craig Rice story
collections were completed by other authors and published: The Name is Malone
(1958); The People vs. Withers and Malone, a 1963 short
story collection completed by author Stuart Palmer, featuring his beloved
Hildegarde Withers
character; the short story collection Murder, Mystery and Malone (2002);
and The Pickled Poodles (1960) by Larry M. Harris, a continuation of the
John J. Malone series.
A number of Craig Rice’s books were adapted for the big screen, and of course, HWC was among them! The trio of screenwriters include:
Admittedly, HWC takes liberties with Rice’s plot, but the film’s frantic and funny shenanigans nevertheless have that Craig Rice feeling (not to be confused with that Barton Fink feeling), capturing the overall madcap air and good-natured goofiness of Rice’s storytelling style. With its fleet-footed 70-minute running time, its sharp and snappy comedic timing, and its great cast, I enjoyed HWC all the way!
With composer Leigh Harline’s sparkling score in the background, we first meet Helene onscreen in media res, nervously holding a gun on an ominous thug (who looks and sounds like the guy running Florian's in Murder, My Sweet, but he's not credited) as she talks to an impatient desk sergeant who’s obviously used to Jake and Helene playing amateur detective: “Please hurry, Sergeant, I’m biting my fingernails already, and you know how hard it is to get a manicure these days!” Luckily, the long-suffering Malone manages to save his friends’ bacon in the proverbial nick of time!
Slipping out of their firearms and into a nearby theater once Malone points out he’d withheld important evidence to crack their current case, our heroes have no sooner found three on the aisle than it’s announced that the show won’t go on: it seems someone’s misplaced the star attraction, The Great Movel (George Zucco from My Favorite Blonde; Topper Returns; The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, as Professor Moriarty; The Mad Ghoul with Lady on a Train’s David Bruce; and Team B’s fave, After the Thin Man, as Dr. Adolph Kammer)! You’d think that since Jake and Helene are on their honeymoon (heck, they seemed to be truly into each other even without the homicide angle), they’d surely be more interested in, as the song says, the “sweet mystery of life” rather than scampering around solving other people’s murders. (Maybe it’s the lovebirds’ idea of foreplay? Hey, whatever floats their collective boat!)
Jake and
Helene are spending their honeymoon at charming Lenhart Lodge, with Malone
aiming to take a separate room and check out the single girls, including a cutie with a
polka-dot wardrobe (model/actress Chili Williams, a nice bit of eye candy).
However, a fender-bender involving our merry trio changes everyone’s plans when
the hot young couple from The Great Movel’s act, French-accented Gilda Mayfair
(Lenore Aubert from the Bob Hope/Dorothy Lamour comedy-thriller They
Got Me Covered; Bud Abbott & Lou Costello Meet Frankenstein; and Bud
Abbott & Lou Costello Meet the Killer, Boris Karloff), and her hunky hottie,
Lance (Richard Martin, seen in The Bamboo Blonde and such Westerns as
West of the Pecos with Robert Mitchum) find themselves in a trunk full of trouble, literally. Soon the exasperated
Malone and our kooky newlyweds find themselves embroiled in a murder mystery
involving the fussy hotel manager (Charles D. Brown from The Killers; The
Grapes of Wrath; and Team B’s favorite among Brown’s roles, Norris the
butler in The Big Sleep), the Lenhart
sisters, one of whom signs checks in vanishing ink (silent film actress Blanche
Ring); sleepwalking after practically each member of the cast unwittingly doses
Gilda with a sedative (The Great Movel sees a lawsuit in the Lenhart Lodge’s
future!); falling ladders; hairbreadth escapes; a lovely swimming champ (Anje
Behrens, better known as Gloria Holden of Dracula’s Daughter; The Life
of Emile Zola; The Corsican Brothers) and speedy, snappy patter that makes
His Girl Friday sound tongue-tied!
Not to be a
downer, but it’s such a shame that Craig Rice and Carole Landis both ended up
being “sad clowns” who died too young. Landis had so much charm, beauty, and
screen presence, yet somehow her career began to flounder in the mid-1940s. Only
29 years old, Landis had already been married and divorced twice, and her third
marriage was already going down for the last time. She had an adulterous
romance with Rex Harrison, who was apparently was also about to end their
relationship. What happened? Did poor Landis have emotional problems in addition
to the health issues with malaria and pneumonia she’d been battling since her
days of entertaining the troops during World War 2? Whatever contributed to
Landis’ downward spiral, it all tragically ended for her in July of 1948, when
she left a suicide note and took a lethal overdose of Seconal; Rex Harrison
reportedly found her body. Landis’ pallbearers included HWC
co-star Pat O’Brien, actor Cesar Romero, director Eddie Sutherland, actor
Willard Parker (A Slight Case of Murder; Kiss Me Kate); and Carole’s
close friend and personal make-up man William Nye. Aw, man! It’s times like that
that I wish I had a time machine and could help folks like Landis to get their
lives turned around live in joy and triumph. Incidentally, author Jacqueline
Susann based tragic character Jennifer North partly on Landis in her best-seller
Valley of the Dolls.
As for Rice, The April Robin Murders was her final novel after her fatal fall. In fact, the novel was only two-thirds finished at the time of Rice’s death, so the rest was completed by the great Ed McBain, a.k.a. Evan Hunter, author of the 87th Precinct novel series and screenwriter of Alfred Hitchcock’s movie adaptation of Daphne du Maurier's The Birds, among other triumphs. I remember reading and enjoying The April Robin Murders years ago and finding it quite entertaining, with a nice balance of comedy and sentiment. Several posthumous Craig Rice story collections were completed by other authors and published: The Name is Malone (1958); The People vs. Withers and Malone, a 1963 short story collection completed by author Stuart Palmer, featuring his beloved Hildegarde Withers character; the short story collection Murder, Mystery and Malone (2002); and The Pickled Poodles (1960) by Larry M. Harris, a continuation of the John J. Malone series.
HWC
co-stars Pat O’Brien and George Murphy had much happier endings to their life
stories. O’Brien had a long career and lived to the ripe old age of 84. George
Murphy served as president of the Screen Actors Guild in the 1940s, and retired
from acting in 1952. He was eventually elected Senator of California in 1964 and
served for six years.
With so many Rice books and films I haven’t caught up with yet, I think it’s time for a Craig Rice renaissance, in both books and films! Who’s with me?
With a novel based on the work of the funniest, zaniest, most surreal mystery writer the comedy-thriller genre had ever known at that time, I would have been more surprised if I hadn’t enjoyed the 1945 film version of Craig Rice’s novel Having Wonderful Crime (HWC)! What’s more, despite the masculine nom de plume, Craig Rice was a woman; specifically, she became the first female mystery novelist to make the cover of Time Magazine, plus she practically invented the screwball noir! Back in high school at dear old St. Catharine Academy in the Bronx, I read and very much enjoyed several of Rice’s books, especially the Malone stories I’d found in mystery anthologies in our school library. After graduating from Fordham University, I’d been prowling used bookstores to find Rice’s books. Even now, with eBay making it easier to track down hard-to-find books, I’ve barely scratched the surface, partly from rarity, partly from poverty. All I need is a winning lottery ticket to actually afford all the vintage books I want!
- Malone, our lovable girl-chasing hero, renamed Michael J. Malone for the film version of HWC. (Apparently someone at RKO was fond of the letter M.) Malone is played in HWC by Pat O’Brien (Knute Rockne All-American; Crack-Up; Angels with Dirty Faces; Some Like it Hot);
- Malone’s breezy pal, the two-fisted (but only when necessary) press agent Jake Justus, played by George Murphy (Broadway Melody of 1940; This is The Army; Battleground);
- Helene Brand, Jake’s lovely, wealthy, eccentric sweetheart, who becomes Mrs. Justus in both the novel and movie versions of HWC when the newlyweds break the happy news to Malone early on—not that these lovebirds would ever let a little thing like a honeymoon put the kibosh on their penchant for recreational sleuthing. The new Mr. and Mrs. Justus are compulsive amateur gumshoes, always cooking up new murders to solve! To borrow a line from Cary Grant in To Catch a Thief, these two just love “weird excitement!” Helene is played by the lively, lovely, luminous Carole Landis, dubbed “The Ping Girl” by a press agent who explained, “She makes you purr.” In happier days, Landis lent her bubbly personality, talent, and beauty to such films as Team Bartilucci favorite I Wake Up Screaming; My Gal Sal; Turnabout; Topper Returns; One Million B.C.; Four Jills in a Jeep, in which co-writer Landis and her fellow actresses Kay Francis, Martha Raye, and Mitzi Mayfair reenact their real-life USO tour during World War 2; and The Powers Girl, a film close to Team Bartilucci’s heart because our late mom and aunt were both John Robert Powers models back in the day! (More about Landis and Murphy shortly.)
Sweet, sassy Helene can get on our case anytime! |
That said, Rice's life wasn't necessarily a bed of roses—or maybe it was, if you count all the thorns. So many talented comedy writers and comedy novelists seem to have a “sad clown” thing going on. Alas, Rice wasn’t immune. She was born Georgiana Craig in 1908 to a wanna-be painter and a wanna-be sculptress, who named the little girl Georgiana. Too bad her folks apparently didn’t wanna-be responsible, loving parents; poor kid! To make a long, sad story a bit shorter, little Georgiana was schlepped from pillar to post. Being unable to conceive a child of their own, Craig’s half-sister Nan and her husband Elton were happy to adopt the child, whose name officially became Georgiana Craig Rice. Still, even with all her success in her adult life as an author, it seems Rice was never quite able to get past the rejection she’d experienced during her childhood. Over time, her life was further complicated by her chronic alcoholism (what is it about renowned authors and substance abuse?!), glaucoma, deafness in one ear, blindness in one eye, and possibly bipolar disorder. With everything Rice had to contend with, I’m surprised she even made it to the age of 49! And yet with all these obstacles in her way, somehow she managed to achieve success as a popular author, blending nutzoid comedy and suspense like nobody's business!
When you smile, the world smiles with you. When Helene and Jake are the only ones smiling, it means you’d better get tea bags, because they’re about to get Malone into hot water! |
A number of Craig Rice’s books were adapted for the big screen, and of course, HWC was among them! The trio of screenwriters include:
- Howard J. Green (I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang; Morning Glory; Reveille with Beverly);
- Parke Levy (My Friend Irma and its sequel, My Friend Irma Goes West; TV’s Many Happy Returns; Pete and Gladys; and December Bride);
- Stewart Sterling, a.k.a. Prentice Winchell, popular and prolific pulp author of the Gil Vine and Fire Marshal Pedley novels, as well as a producer of crime fiction for radio and magazines. For the record, I am the proud owner of a 1954 book Sterling and Dev Collans co-authored, I Was a House Detective.
Admittedly, HWC takes liberties with Rice’s plot, but the film’s frantic and funny shenanigans nevertheless have that Craig Rice feeling (not to be confused with that Barton Fink feeling), capturing the overall madcap air and good-natured goofiness of Rice’s storytelling style. With its fleet-footed 70-minute running time, its sharp and snappy comedic timing, and its great cast, I enjoyed HWC all the way!
With composer Leigh Harline’s sparkling score in the background, we first meet Helene onscreen in media res, nervously holding a gun on an ominous thug (who looks and sounds like the guy running Florian's in Murder, My Sweet, but he's not credited) as she talks to an impatient desk sergeant who’s obviously used to Jake and Helene playing amateur detective: “Please hurry, Sergeant, I’m biting my fingernails already, and you know how hard it is to get a manicure these days!” Luckily, the long-suffering Malone manages to save his friends’ bacon in the proverbial nick of time!
Slipping out of their firearms and into a nearby theater once Malone points out he’d withheld important evidence to crack their current case, our heroes have no sooner found three on the aisle than it’s announced that the show won’t go on: it seems someone’s misplaced the star attraction, The Great Movel (George Zucco from My Favorite Blonde; Topper Returns; The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, as Professor Moriarty; The Mad Ghoul with Lady on a Train’s David Bruce; and Team B’s fave, After the Thin Man, as Dr. Adolph Kammer)! You’d think that since Jake and Helene are on their honeymoon (heck, they seemed to be truly into each other even without the homicide angle), they’d surely be more interested in, as the song says, the “sweet mystery of life” rather than scampering around solving other people’s murders. (Maybe it’s the lovebirds’ idea of foreplay? Hey, whatever floats their collective boat!)
With Chili Williams around,
everyone has spots before their eyes! |
Poor tearful Helene! It’s no laughing matter when you're cornered by a killer. |
Yikes!
Has The Great Movel played his final matinee? |
As for Rice, The April Robin Murders was her final novel after her fatal fall. In fact, the novel was only two-thirds finished at the time of Rice’s death, so the rest was completed by the great Ed McBain, a.k.a. Evan Hunter, author of the 87th Precinct novel series and screenwriter of Alfred Hitchcock’s movie adaptation of Daphne du Maurier's The Birds, among other triumphs. I remember reading and enjoying The April Robin Murders years ago and finding it quite entertaining, with a nice balance of comedy and sentiment. Several posthumous Craig Rice story collections were completed by other authors and published: The Name is Malone (1958); The People vs. Withers and Malone, a 1963 short story collection completed by author Stuart Palmer, featuring his beloved Hildegarde Withers character; the short story collection Murder, Mystery and Malone (2002); and The Pickled Poodles (1960) by Larry M. Harris, a continuation of the John J. Malone series.
Sim
Sala Bim! Now you see The Great Movel, now you don't! |
With so many Rice books and films I haven’t caught up with yet, I think it’s time for a Craig Rice renaissance, in both books and films! Who’s with me?
We crown Helene the Queen of Screwball Noir! |
I don't know about you guys, but I'm a sucker for a romantic ending! |
Saturday, May 5, 2012
LADY ON A TRAIN: The Singing Detective
My interest in the Christmas-season 1945 comedy-thriller Lady on a Train
(LoaT,
not to be confused with
SoaT,
the abbreviation of Strangers on a Train)
and its beloved star, singer/actress Deanna Durbin, began with our friend and
fellow classic movie blogger Michael Troutman of I Shoot the Pictures. In December 2011, Michael had innocently let it
slip that that he wasn’t acquainted with the winsome Miss Durbin’s movies. Three
of our awesome fellow bloggers felt strongly that it was time for Michael to
become acquainted with Durbin’s work: whistlinggypsy of
Distant Voices and Flickering Shadows; Page
of My Love of Old Hollywood; and Jessica
of Comet Over Hollywood. Together they,
shall we say, encouraged Michael, and the result was a delightful six-part
series of blog posts titled My Deanna Durbin Punishment (see links at the end of this post).
I’ve always loved comedy-thrillers ranging from Bob Hope in The Ghost Breakers and My Favorite Brunette, to Charade, to Foul Play and so many more, so when I read Michael’s blog post about LoaT, I couldn’t resist tracking it down, and I’m glad I did, because it was great fun! So I thank Michael—and by extension, whistlinggypsy, Page, and Jessica—for helping me discover another comedy-thriller to add to my collection. I’m delighted to say it was well worth seeing—again and again, at that!
LoaT’s script was based on a story by Leslie Charteris of The Saint fame, with a screenplay by Edmund Beloin (My Favorite Brunette; My Favorite Spy; A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court; The Great Lover; Donovan’s Reef) and Robert O’Brien (By the Light of the Silvery Moon; Fancy Pants; The Lemon Drop Kid; and many TV series, including The Red Skelton Hour; Here’s Lucy; and The Lucy Show). That’s a fairly long way from the classic 1936 short “Every Sunday” that put both Durbin and Judy Garland on the map (more about that here, at the TCM Web site)! By 1945, the young girl with the amazingly mature, operatic coloratura singing voice had blossomed into a lovely young woman. To this reader, Durbin proved to have legs in every sense of the term, showcasing her gorgeous gams and her flair for fast-talking comedy in the opening scene on the titular train, where we meet Durbin’s character, San Francisco debutante Nikki Collins. While Nikki waits for her cross-country train to stop at New York City’s Grand Central Station (yay, another comedy-suspense movie set in my hometown!), she’s devouring another page of the juicy mystery novel she’s been reading, The Case of the Headless Bride by best-selling mystery author Wayne Morgan. And what a page-turner it is, as Nikki reads aloud:
Yeah, outside the elevated window of another passing train, where Nikki sees two
men: an older, white-haired gent, and an apparently younger man in a hat. The
men argue, and then Hat Man pulls down the window shade, and *WHAM*, here comes death by crowbar! Naturally, nobody
believes Nikki, especially when she’s toting The Case of the Headless Bride
to read while she’s waiting for someone to take her seriously. Nikki’s
credibility is apparently often in question since she tends to jump to
conclusions, like the time she was sure a buck-toothed gent at the Golden Gate
Bridge was in fact a Japanese spy. It’s up to our spunky, adorably sly (if
somewhat naïve) heroine to take the initiative, solve the case, and redeem
herself!
Nikki is visiting her Aunt Martha in The Big Apple for her Christmas vacation.
Her busy but loving dad in San Francisco has provided her with an Assistant in
Charge of Keeping Nikki Out of Trouble: the jittery Mr. Haskell from the New
York office. Haskell is played by one of Team Bartilucci’s favorite character
actors, the ever-delightful and effortlessly funny Edward Everett Horton, whose
long career ranged from films such as The Gay Divorcee; Here Comes Mr.
Jordan; Arsenic and Old Lace; and even the Fractured Fairy Tales narrator on
TV’s animated Rocky and His Friends. Poor Mr. Haskell is always being
charmingly and hilariously bamboozled by Nikki, and/or being knocked out by no-goodniks; I hope
they pay him well! Even when poor Haskell gets a little down time, Nikki’s
still on the case, dashing around New York and environs, getting mixed up in
hairstyles and Howard Greer fashions ranging from the sublime to the ridiculous
(one of her hairstyles is a double-bun Princess Leia would have been proud to
wear).
Amateur detective Nikki attempts to contact mystery author Wayne Morgan for help, and
she gets a break when she tracks down the increasingly bewitched, bothered,
bewildered and eventually happily besotted Wayne (David Bruce from A Dispatch from
Reuters; The Sea Hawk; Sergeant York; a bit part in The Letter; and
the dark holiday noir Christmas Holiday with Durbin). She catches him in
a movie theater where she tries to talk about the murder with Wayne, much to the
annoyance of the moviegoers—especially Wayne’s fiancée, self-centered fashion
model Joyce Williams (Patricia Morison from The Fallen Sparrow; the 1946 Sherlock Holmes mystery Dressed to Kill;
Without Love; and ironically, two films you’d think might be musicals but
weren’t: Song of the Thin Man and the Oscar-winning The Song of
Bernadette), who’s trying to enjoy a newsreel of herself modeling the latest
fashions. Nikki’s persistence pays off when she sees a newsreel about the dead
man! The deceased is ship magnate Josiah Waring (Thurston Hall of The Great
Lie; Theodora Goes Wild; and the role he’s best known for here at Team
Bartilucci H.Q.: blustery credit-stealing boss Mr. Pierce in
The Secret Life of Walter Mitty). And
wouldn’t you know the newsreel mentions the whereabouts of The Willows, where
the Waring estate is? (Nowadays, the joint would probably be crawling with armed
guards and other kinds of security!)
When Nikki trespasses and finagles her way into The Willows, she arrives just in
time for the reading of Josiah Waring’s will. We find that Waring was not only a
ship magnate, but also a chick magnet when our amateur sleuth Nikki is mistaken
for nightclub entertainer Margo Martin, Waring’s beloved mistress. (I was rather
touched when we finally met the real Margo Martin, played by Maria Palmer
from By the Light of the Silvery Moon. In her scenes, she truly seems to
be heartbroken over Waring’s death.) Samuel S. Hinds, who played Edward G.
Robinson’s retired pal in Scarlet Street,
appears briefly as the Waring family’s lawyer in the gathering at The Willows.
Before Nikki knows it, she’s embroiled in all manner of suspense and zaniness,
with incriminating bedroom slippers and two Waring heirs making eyes at her: Arnold (Dan Duryea of
Ball of Fire, The Woman in the Window, and Scarlet Street,
in a more likable mold), and his brother Jonathan (versatile Ralph Bellamy, best
known for never getting the girl but always charming about it in comedies like
The Awful Truth and His Girl Friday, as well as thrillers like
Rosemary’s Baby, not to mention Team B. fave Trading Places). As you
can see,
LoaT
is brimming with great character actors, including Elizabeth Patterson (best
known by TV fans as babysitter Mrs. Trumbull on TV’s I Love Lucy, but
also a memorable character actress in Intruder in the Dust; Hail the
Conquering Hero; Miss Tatlock’s Millions; I Married a Witch; Remember the Night,
and more) and George Coulouris (Arabesque;
Murder on the Orient Express; Citizen Kane, appropriate considering the
Citizen Kane shoutouts in
LoaT).
And of course, with Deanna Durbin as the star, you know music will fill the air!
The songs really do fit smoothly into the plot. My favorites among her numbers here include her soulful performance of “Silent Night” sung to her
dad—while Waring chauffeur/henchman Danny (Allen Jenkins from
Ball of Fire; The Falcon Takes Over; Pillow Talk;
TV’s animated Top Cat) waits to strangle her, only to find himself
all teary-eyed as Nikki sings. Music soothes the savage beast—at least until
Danny knocks out Wayne and Mr. Haskell well after Nikki is safe! Then there’s
our heroine’s hot, playfully sexy rendition of “Gimme a Little Kiss, Will Ya,
Huh?,” sung to Wayne at The Circus Club, a theme nightclub that’s bigger than a
Hollywood soundstage (with equally big doormen, including Lock Martin, Gort from
The Day the Earth Stood Still). I got a kick out of that dreamy look in
Wayne’s eyes! I must confess, however, that I thought Durbin’s torchy rendition
of Cole Porter’s “Night and Day” could have been more torchy and less operatic;
somehow I felt like she needed to cut loose a bit more with her rendition.
Speaking of music, as a Miklos Rosza fan, I really enjoyed LoaT’s musical score;
its blend of suspenseful notes and comical touches was perfect for the film. And
I love that final scene; wonder if it’s where Alfred Hitchcock got the idea in
North by Northwest?
Born Edna Mae Durbin on December 4th, 1921 in Canada (where my dear hubby and Team Bartilucci computer whiz Vinnie was born), in the 1930s and ’40s, wunderkind coloratura Durbin became to Universal what Judy Garland eventually became to MGM: a wholesome, wildly popular singing movie star. Durbin also proved to be a compelling actress in a Screen Guild Players radio version of Alfred Hitchcock’s Shadow of a Doubt on CBS.
According to Margarita Landazuri’s TCM article, producer Felix Jackson married Durbin soon after making LoaT, but they divorced in 1948. Durbin retired from movies in 1950 and moved to France with her husband and LoaT director Charles David, who’d also been the production manager on La Chienne, remade in the U.S. as Scarlet Street. Durbin and David reportedly lived happily together until David’s death in 1999 at 92. As of this writing, Durbin is still alive and well and, by her own choice, happily out of the spotlight. Update: She died in her adopted country, France, on April 20th, 2013 at the age of 91.
Wanna follow Michael Troutman's My Deanna Durbin Punishment series? Here are the links!
Part 3 of Michael
Troutman’s My Deanna Durbin Punishment:
It Started with Eve
Part 6 of Michael Troutman’s My Deanna Durbin Punishment:http://ishootthepictures.com/2012/02/17/my-deanna-durbin-punishment-part-vi-something-in-the-wind-1947-approach-with-caution/
I’ve always loved comedy-thrillers ranging from Bob Hope in The Ghost Breakers and My Favorite Brunette, to Charade, to Foul Play and so many more, so when I read Michael’s blog post about LoaT, I couldn’t resist tracking it down, and I’m glad I did, because it was great fun! So I thank Michael—and by extension, whistlinggypsy, Page, and Jessica—for helping me discover another comedy-thriller to add to my collection. I’m delighted to say it was well worth seeing—again and again, at that!
As
heroine Nikki Collins, Deanna Durbin has great pipes and great gams! |
LoaT’s script was based on a story by Leslie Charteris of The Saint fame, with a screenplay by Edmund Beloin (My Favorite Brunette; My Favorite Spy; A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court; The Great Lover; Donovan’s Reef) and Robert O’Brien (By the Light of the Silvery Moon; Fancy Pants; The Lemon Drop Kid; and many TV series, including The Red Skelton Hour; Here’s Lucy; and The Lucy Show). That’s a fairly long way from the classic 1936 short “Every Sunday” that put both Durbin and Judy Garland on the map (more about that here, at the TCM Web site)! By 1945, the young girl with the amazingly mature, operatic coloratura singing voice had blossomed into a lovely young woman. To this reader, Durbin proved to have legs in every sense of the term, showcasing her gorgeous gams and her flair for fast-talking comedy in the opening scene on the titular train, where we meet Durbin’s character, San Francisco debutante Nikki Collins. While Nikki waits for her cross-country train to stop at New York City’s Grand Central Station (yay, another comedy-suspense movie set in my hometown!), she’s devouring another page of the juicy mystery novel she’s been reading, The Case of the Headless Bride by best-selling mystery author Wayne Morgan. And what a page-turner it is, as Nikki reads aloud:
"'I killed him. I had to kill him. I thought I’d be safe.’ Over and over, the words droned through her mind. And yet, with a cold, horrible certainty, she knew that death was outside….”
Is there any shadow of a
doubt that Nikki saw
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Wayne
Morgan demonstrates the stark realistic storytelling that keeps thriller readers eager for more! |
Mr. Haskell may feel fresh as a daisy after being clobbered by bad guys, but he looks like a black-eyed susan to us! |
Did
you know Nikki is a master of disguise? Here she is as an unusually pensive Pippi Longstocking! |
Clever Nikki sneaks onto the Waring estate disguised as a weather vane! |
Born Edna Mae Durbin on December 4th, 1921 in Canada (where my dear hubby and Team Bartilucci computer whiz Vinnie was born), in the 1930s and ’40s, wunderkind coloratura Durbin became to Universal what Judy Garland eventually became to MGM: a wholesome, wildly popular singing movie star. Durbin also proved to be a compelling actress in a Screen Guild Players radio version of Alfred Hitchcock’s Shadow of a Doubt on CBS.
According to Margarita Landazuri’s TCM article, producer Felix Jackson married Durbin soon after making LoaT, but they divorced in 1948. Durbin retired from movies in 1950 and moved to France with her husband and LoaT director Charles David, who’d also been the production manager on La Chienne, remade in the U.S. as Scarlet Street. Durbin and David reportedly lived happily together until David’s death in 1999 at 92. As of this writing, Durbin is still alive and well and, by her own choice, happily out of the spotlight. Update: She died in her adopted country, France, on April 20th, 2013 at the age of 91.
Santa,
baby, hurry down the chimney tonight! (And bring me a blackjack in case of unexpected visitors, OK?) |
Wanna follow Michael Troutman's My Deanna Durbin Punishment series? Here are the links!
Part 1 of Michael
Troutman’s My Deanna Durbin Punishment
series:
http://ishootthepictures.com/2011/12/15/my-deanna-durbin-punishment-part-i-three-smart-girls-1936-worth-a-look/
Part 2 of Michael Troutman’s My Deanna
Durbin Punishment: First Love:
http://ishootthepictures.com/2012/01/20/my-deanna-durbin-punishment-part-ii-first-love-1939-worth-a-look/
Part 3 of Michael
Troutman’s My Deanna Durbin Punishment:
It Started with Eve
http://ishootthepictures.com/2012/01/23/my-deanna-durbin-punishment-part-iii-it-started-with-eve-1941-approach-with-caution/
Part 4 of Michael Troutman’s My Deanna Durbin Punishment: Can’t Help Singing http://ishootthepictures.com/2012/01/27/my-deanna-durbin-punishment-part-iv-cant-help-singing-1944-not-recommended/
Part 5 of Michael Troutman’s review of Lady
on a Train from I Shoot the Pictures:
My Deanna Durbin Punishment
Part 6 of Michael Troutman’s My Deanna Durbin Punishment:http://ishootthepictures.com/2012/02/17/my-deanna-durbin-punishment-part-vi-something-in-the-wind-1947-approach-with-caution/
This joint has everything, even free bagels in your hair! |
Turn around, Nikki!
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This time master-of-disguise Nikki goes undercover as the chair-woman of the board! |
Wayne
and Nikki don’t care what people say about them as long as their names are spelled right! |
Nikki,
I know we’re all economizing these days, but hold out for the glass slipper instead! |