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Sunday, September 29, 2013

IMPACT: Popkin Fresh!

As seen in THE DARK PAGES!

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Impact, the force with which two lives come together. Sometimes for good, sometimes for evil.”


Brian Donlevy in a film noir?  I’m there!  Brian Donlevy in a film noir directed by Arthur Lubin, the gent who brought us the Francis the Talking Mule movies and TV’s Mr. Ed?!  Um, oh my, look at the time, gotta go!  Normally that would have been my reaction, but you see, I actually came across United Artists’ Impact on TCM early one Saturday morning, and I was hooked.  I sincerely apologize for my skepticism, and I assure my fellow film noir/suspense film fans that you’ll be on the edge of your seat watching this twisty yet surprisingly poignant film noir.

I first saw Brian Donlevy’s movies when I was a kid, watching Nigel Kneale’s Quatermass science fiction thrillers with my older brother: The Quatermass Xperiment  (1955) and Quatermass II: Enemy From Space, a.k.a The Creeping Unknown (1957).  We of Team Bartilucci, especially my husband Vinnie, first got to know and love Donlevy in the movie versions of Nigel Kneale’s Quatermass science-fiction novels, directed in England by Val Guest. Admittedly, Donlevy’s portrayal of scholarly British scientist Dr. Bernard Quatermass goes through considerable changes, probably to attract us excitable Yanks.  Vinnie gets a kick out of these particular flicks; he feels that half the fun of Donlevy’s portrayal is that viewers half-expect Quatermass to just punch the evil aliens’ lights out, saving the world in no time! 

Impact's opening scene!  All this, and proper spelling, too!
Over the course of Donlevy’s 46-year career, the two-fisted star’s 101 films and TV appearances included the 1942 version of The Glass Key; Preston Sturges’ The Great McGinty (1940); and Beau Geste (1939), for which Donlevy earned an Oscar nomination for Best Supporting Actor as sadistic Sergeant Markoff.  Impact shows us a more vulnerable side of Donlevy, and I, for one, like it!  His career and colorful life could fill a blog, a book, or even a movie of its own, including Donlevy’s war record and valor in battle (14-year-old Donlevy lied about his age to join the Army). He performed in stage plays, and then acted in both silent and sound films.  His career continued to soar with such box-office hits as The Remarkable Andrew; In Old Chicago; Wake Island; I Wanted Wings; and Nightmare (which I’ve never seen, and want to. Paging TCM!  The versatile Donlevy was even a model for illustrator J.C. Leyendecker! 
You’ve heard of sister acts?  Well, Impact was a brother act!  Meet the Popkin Brothers:
  1. Leo C. Popkin (1914—2011) produced D.O.A. (1950); The Well (1951); And Then There Were None (1945). In fact, the Popkin brothers actually produced two movie versions of that beloved Agatha Christie thriller, first published in the UK in 1939 under the now-decidedly un-PC title Ten Little Niggers—swiftly retitled to And Then There Were None for the 1945 movie.  It was also remade in 1965 as Ten Little Indians.  Heck, we could write a whole article about both of those movies, but we’ll save that for some other time!
  2.  Harry M. Popkin (1906—1991) co-produced both D.O.A; The Second Woman (1950);  and The Thief (1952), the latter being especially memorable because its stars, including Ray Milland and Rita Gam, never say a word throughout this entire thriller!  But that, too, is an article for some another time! 
Impact seems to be one of those movies people either love or hate — at least if you were New York Times film critic Bosley Crowther.  Crowther often seemed to run hot and cold; either he loved a film with every fiber of his being, or utterly despised any film he deemed unworthy for one reason or another.   Then again, some movies have a few flaws, yet they’re nevertheless riveting and entertaining because the story and its characters just find a good home in your gut and stay there.  Well, that’s how it is with me and Impact! 

Life is a circus at Walt and Irene Williams' home,
the way she puts Walt through hoops!
The Shadow knows — not!  The tragicomedy of deadly errors begins with the unsuspecting Su Lin!
When we say Impact, we don’t mean aching molars!  Screenwriters Dorothy Reid (a.k.a. Dorothy Davenport, from the renowned Davenport acting family) and Jay Dratler (Laura; The Dark Corner), working from Dratler’s original story, have crafted a twisty tale of illicit love, greed, duplicity, misunderstandings, and murder. Our hero, Walter Williams (Donlevy) is a San Francisco executive and self-made man.  Walt sure seems to have it all: a big, thriving company, a gorgeous apartment with a posh sunken living room at the swanky Brocklebank Apartments (where Kim Novak’s Madeleine Elster lived in Vertigo) and a beautiful wife he adores, Irene (the multitalented Helen Walker from Nightmare Alley; Murder, He Says; The Big Combo; the 1945 version of Brewster’s Millions; Call Northside 777.  She's had a dramatic life, too, but that's for another blog post).  He dotes on Irene, who nicknames Walt “Softy.” Proud of his latest business coup, he describes it to Irene word for word from his recent business meeting, declaring, “Either I get what I want, or you get another boy!” Uh-oh!  All aboard for a tragicomedy of grievous errors that plunge our man into peril, starting with the Williams’ housekeeper, Su Lin Chung (the fabulous Anna May Wong, the first Chinese-American movie star, from Shanghai Express; The Thief of Bagdad; Dangerous to Know).  Poor Su Lin overheard Walt’s loud voice (this is Brian Donlevy, after all!), followed immediately by a large glass vase accidentally knocked over violently in the wrong place at the wrong time!  How was Su Lin supposed to know that Walt was simply explaining his business triumph to Irene, having the bad luck to drop the vase and the tea service?  If only they’d used paper or plastic cups!


The lovely Irene is suitable for framing—or
killing the unsuspecting Walt!
Clumsy and expensive accidents aside, Irene sure seems to have it made, with a rich, loving husband who spoils her rotten!  Alas, “rotten” is the operative word:  the ungrateful Irene has a sweetie on the sly, Jim Torrance (Tony Barrett from Born to Kill; the 1940s Dick Tracy movies; and many TV appearances, including Peter Gunn and 77 Sunset Strip).  Irene and Jim have cooked up an evil plot in which Irene stays home with an alleged toothache while her “Cousin Jim” (kissing cousins indeed!) furtively slits the tires and takes over the driving to kill Walt in a car crash, leaving the wicked lovebirds living wealthily ever after.  If you ask me, I’d say Irene’s got the nomination for Ingrate of the Year all sewn up! 

Aimless chitchat about cousins from Irene’s side of the family gradually gets Walt’s Spidey-Sense tingling a bit, with Jim’s little white lies about being in Italy during the war, and family info that “Cousin Jim” should have known.  Alas, Walt gets wise too late; as soon as they’re alone in the dark fixing that flat on that lonely highway cliff, “Cousin Jim” snaps, “This is from Irene and me, sucker!”  He klongs Walt on the head and rolls our poor unconscious-and-assumed-dead hero down the steep incline.  But oops! What’s the matter Jimbo, can’t find your keys after all that hard work?  See, you should always make sure you have your keys on you before you flee a crime scene!  Now Jim’s the “sucker”— a charbroiled sucker after he smashes into a huge high-octane gas truck!  *Tsk* *tsk,* what amateurs!  It galls me to say it, but where are Phyllis Dietrichson and Walter Neff from Double Indemnity when you need them?

"This is from Irene and me, sucker!"
(Actual dialogue from the film! Poor Walt!)
I sympathize with Walt for being shocked and heartbroken, after being set up and almost murdered, and yet it’s kind of refreshing to see Walt’s more vulnerable side.  Poor Walt; it’s not often you see a strong man like Brian Donlevy cry!  After the fatal-to-Jim truck accident, (good riddance, homicidal creep!), Walt can’t help but be shell-shocked and humiliated for a while, kinda like Dan McGinty in his hobo days.  To borrow a line from Alfred Hitchcock’s Strangers on a Train, it’s kind of painful for a man to discover he’s been a chump.  Eventually, he finds himself in the town of Larkspur (it’s a real town in Idaho, filmed on location).  There, Walt meets Marsha Peters (Ella Raines of Phantom Lady; Tall in the Saddle; Hail the Conquering Hero), a pretty young war widow with cat-like green eyes and a warm personality.  Mars may not need women, but Marsha and the town of Larkspur sure need assistants for her garage in these post-war days!  Walt introduces himself as Bill Walker, and shows Marsha he’s got the right stuff, car-wise.  She hires him forthwith, and soon they're playfully calling each other “Boss.” Over time, the chip on Walt's shoulder erodes, and he and Marsha grow close, albeit in a chaste, wholesome way (hey, our Marsha’s a nice gal, not an evil lying femme fatale like Irene!).  Even Marsha’s mom (veteran actress May Marsh from Three Godfathers; Birth of a Nation; the Michael Shayne mystery Blue, White, and Perfect) accepts Walt like one of the family.  Walt still keeps newspaper clippings of his near-fatal accident and further news on the case (announced on the radio by columnist Sheilah Graham, no less!).   Can Walt be big enough to work past the agony Irene has put him through?  I’m a gentle soul, but if I were Walt, I’d sure be itching to punch Irene’s lights out!  Where’s Donlevy’s two-fisted Professor Quatermass when you need him?


Jim Torrance has monogrammed cuffs, thanks to Irene. 
Guess he’s too chicken to get tattoos!
As time passes and Walt gradually feels more like his can-do self  (though I bet Walt will never use “Softy” as a pet name again, not even to a puppy!), the tables get turned on Irene. The car crash and Walt’s apparent death was front-page news, and Lt. Quincy (no, not Jack Klugman, but Charles Coburn of The More The Merrier; The Lady Eve; Gentlemen Prefer Blondes) takes charge of the investigation. Quincy’s sleuthing uncovers the fancy monogrammed handkerchiefs and cuffs Irene had made for Jim, as well as the moving van where the injured Walt hid with his briefcase. 

Oh, how tables can turn!  Three months have passed, and Irene is charged with conspiring to kill Walt, with Jim Torrence still missing!   After all the agita Walt’s been through, he decides to simply let evil Irene take the rap; who’d blame him?  Eye for an eye, and all that!  Ah, but Walt’s conscience starts needling him, with some gentle help from Marsha.  He fesses up to his past and is ready to leave in order to keep Marsha out of it.  Instead, Marsha convinces Walt to return to San Francisco together to substantiate Walt’s account of murder and woe.  Well, they say no good deed goes unpunished:  the police confront Irene with Walt, and being a poor sport, Irene immediately accuses Walt of killing Jim, claiming that she and Walt had argued after he refused to give her a divorce, and Su Lin could back her up!  Poor Marsha is devastated at this turn of events for the man she loves, but Walt assures her he’s gained so much from her, and he wants to believe in the same values Marsha does.

"What a nightmare! I dreamed Irene & her cuz
were gonna kill me! It's real?!  Calgon, take me away!"
Luckily, in the great tradition of Phantom Lady, The Dark Corner, and other classic Women Who Save Their Man’s Bacon, Marsha and Lt. Quincy search for Su Lin on the streets of San Francisco (where are Karl Malden,  Michael Douglas, and Quinn Martin when you need them?).  Will Su Lin work up her courage and talk?  Watch and enjoy this San Francisco treat for yourself!

*Snif* thanks for finding my monogrammed hanky, Lt. Quincy.  These
hankies look ridiculous, but they're all I have to remember Walt by, along with a zillion bucks."



Adorable Marsha Peters can be our grease monkey anytime!
Walt comes to Larkspur, where
people have the guts to walk under ladders!


Even Larkspur's volunteer Fire Department  makes Walt happy!



Marsha, Su Lin, and Lt. Quincy save the day for Walt!



But I can’t go to the slammer! They won’t let me have silk sheets! 
 


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Sunday, March 24, 2013

NIGHTMARE ALLEY: You've Got the Power!

No doubt about it:  Back in 1947, 20th Century Fox’s Nightmare Alley (NA) left movie audiences shaken and stirred in ways that would’ve startled even James Bond!  Even the ominous score by Cyril Mockridge (My Darling Clementine; The Dark Corner; Miracle on 34th Street) plays like a carnival from Hell, deftly setting the sordid tone, and I mean that as a compliment.  How ironic that producer George Jessel was a multi-talented entertainer who had a big hit with what I consider the evil opposite of Nightmare Alley, namely the heartwarming classic song “My Mother's Eyes,” one of my dear late mom’s favorite tunes. Even though the movie version of NA was softened a bit to give star Tyrone Power at least a little shot at redemption, it was still strong stuff to unnerved audiences seeing their beloved matinee idol in smooth scoundrel mode.

Jules Furthman (The Big Sleep; To Have and HaveNot; Rio Bravo) adapted the film based on William Lindsay Gresham’s controversial 1946 novel which, according to Wikipedia, had in turn been inspired by conversations with a former carnival worker while they volunteered with the Loyalist forces in The Spanish Civil War. Gresham got started on the novel, his first, while working as an editor for a “true crime” pulp magazine in New York City in the 1940s.  He outlined the plot and wrote the first six chapters over a period of two years, then finished the book in four months. Each chapter was represented by a different Tarot card.  Director Edmund Goulding’s films included The Great Lie, Grand Hotel; and The Razor’s Edge, the latter reuniting him with star Tyrone Power. I’ll admit I used to think Power was just another handsome pretty-boy matinee idol who was mostly style and little substance.  It took Witness for the Prosecution to make me realize that, to borrow a line from The Producers, "there’s more to him then there is to him," and NA confirmed my change of mind!

Forget the "missing link" - this carnival needs hot young
Stan Carlisle in a T-shirt! You're hired, kid!
We meet handsome young carnival roustabout Stanton “Stan” Carlisle (Power), who’s just begun his carny career. Standing in the carnival crowd, Stan checks out the Ten-in-One, listening in almost morbid fascination to the spiel introducing the carnival’s geek.  The geek is usually a guy down on his luck who can only get work biting the heads off live chickens. Goulding cleverly keeps us viewers from actually seeing the geek show onscreen, distracting us with noisy crowds and shrieks from squawking chickens and customers, but they get the point across well.  Stan realizes he’s found his calling. As he explains to co-worker and casual lover Mademoiselle Zeena, a.k.a. Zeena Krumbein (the fabulous Joan Blondell of Public Enemy; Three on a Match; Dames and more, still looking fab to boot!), “Lady, I was made for it…This gets me.  I like it.  All of it.”

Pete predicts: "I see a little silhouette of a man...
Scaramouche! Scaramouche!"
Bruno and Molly: Beauty & the Big Lug!
Zeena takes care of her husband Pete (Ian Keith, who started in silent films like the 1935 Three Musketeers; the 1956 Ten Commandments; and many film, stage, and TV appearances).  She and Pete used to have a great mind-reading act, but Zeena cheated on Pete, breaking his heart and driving him to drink. Zeena feels terribly guilty about it, and she’s been trying to make it up to the melancholy Pete ever since, hoping to get Pete back on his feet with "the cure."  Meanwhile, Stan has his eye on Molly (Coleen Gray of Kiss of Death; Red River; Kansas City Confidienital).  She’s an innocent with a big boyfriend, Bruno, the carnival’s Strong Man  (Team Bartilucci favorite Mike Mazurki of Murder, My Sweet; The Shanghai Gesture; Some Like it Hot, and more!), who jealously tries to interrupt whenever Stan is nearby.

When Stan learns of the mind-reading act Zeena and Pete had before they joined the carnival, he tries to convince them to revive the act, but Zeena won’t go for it: she and Pete are saving the act to sell as money for their retirement, plus Pete is too drunk to do the bit well  any more.  Stan’s mind-reading act starts to catch on when even the crusty local marshal becomes convinced of Stan’s “second sight” after a poignant demonstration.  But Zeena is spooked when her tarot cards show death - and sure enough, Pete is found dead.  To his horror, Stan realizes he unwittingly gave Pete wood alcohol to drink instead of his usual moonshine!  Stan may be shocked, but he’s no fool, so he keeps his mouth shut.  By the way, I'd like to state  for the record that Joan Blondell and Coleen Gray are fabulous babes!

She was only Frankenstein's wife,
but she had a great pair of bolts!
Meanwhile, Stan and Molly become attracted to each other.  It doesn’t hurt that Stan also loves Molly’s ability with the mind-reading gimmick!  When Bruno eventually finds out Molly and Stan have become an *ahem* item, he and the rest of the carnies force him into a shotgun marriage, literally!  But it becomes a blessing in disguise, because  now Stan and Molly have the code to themselves, launching them into the Smart Set in the swanky Spode Room (Spode Room?!) in Chicago.  That code turns out to be a mighty useful wedding gift when Stan polishes up their routine, repurposing himself as the swanky and wildly successful mind-reader, The Great Stanton, with loving Molly as his lovely assistant!

"I'm tellin' ya, there was a stage where she worked,
and some booths!"
Stan's getting warm...warmer...you're red-hot, Doc!
As I’ve mentioned in the fabulous film noir magazine The Dark Pages, Mazurki’s 56-year screen career began in his uncredited film debut, 1934’s Belle of the Nineties, and he continued to work in films and TV until his death in 1990.  His roles ranged from comedies (Neptune’s Daughter; Some Like It Hot) to suspense and film noir (The Strangler in Jules Dassin's 1950 noir Night and the City), including one of Mazurki’s earliest roles in the 1945 movie version of Dick Tracy, as villain Splitface—and in one of his final roles, the 1990 film version of Dick Tracy!  In fact, I first saw Mazurki on TV’s The Monkees when I was a kid, making him literally part of my childhood!  Fittingly, Mazurki and his old friend actor/producer Dick Powell also appeared together in several Dick Powell Theatre episodes. Mazurki even appeared in singer Rod Stewart’s 1984 music video “Infatuation,” as a bodyguard forcefully protecting alluring Kay Lenz from obsessed shutterbug Stewart.

Nightmare Alley has long since been hailed as a classic, but upon its 1947 release, it wasn’t exactly the feel-good movie of the year!  20th Century-Fox gave it a strong ad campaign, but audiences protested what was then scandalous content. 


The Great Stanton's next great feat: guessing what's
in the pinata at the fabulous Spode Room!
In the great tradition of “Six Degrees of Separation,” Murder, My Sweet and Nightmare Alley led to great changes for the better in the careers of both Mazurki and Dick Powell. As a result, neither Nightmare Alley nor Murder, My Sweet would pack as much of a punch without Mazurki!

As sordid as Nightmare Alley must have seemed back in 1947, the wily, out-for-himself Stan isn’t quite as sharp as he thinks he is.  Beneath the slick demeanor he’s created for himself, there are chinks in Stan’s armor, especially when he encounters Zeena and Bruno again.  Even with The Great Stanton’s nightclub success, the small but smoldering spark of Stan’s guilt over Pete’s accidental death, and the superstition underlying Zeena’s tarot cards, are slowly, surreptitiously wearing down Stan’s confidence, like Chinese water torture.

At the height of Stan and Molly’s success with their mind-reading act, who should drop by to say “Howdy” but Stan and Molly’s old carny friends Bruno and Zeena!  Innocent Molly is happy to see them, but Stan is less than thrilled, certain that Molly must have blabbed about using Zeena and Pete’s code for their classy act.  A friendly game of cards should loosen things up — until Zeena goes for her Tarot deck.  Stan doesn’t want Zeena to flip that tarot card, but she does so anyway.  It comes up as “The Hanged Man”— uh-oh, maybe Stan should quit while he’s ahead!  Anyone for Go Fish?  Later, Stan gets a massage to calm himself down, only to find he can’t help smelling the rubbing alcohol, reminding Stan of the wood alcohol with which he’d accidentally fatally poisoned Pete.

Dr. Lilith Ritter's a shrink,
but no shrinking violet!
An elegant woman turns up at the Spode Room and catches Stan’s act.  She looks very interested — a groupie, perhaps?  It turns out the lady in question is Dr. Lilith Ritter (Helen Walker, from Call Northside 777; The Big Combo; the 1945 version of Brewster’s Millions). The lady also happens to be a shrink, though I’m sure she’d prefer to be referred to as a psychiatrist. She’ll be called another name or two as the film goes on when she and Stan forge an unholy alliance to exploit Lilith’s patients for fun and profit!  *Tsk tsk*, what’s the world coming to when you can’t even trust your therapist to keep your confidences?  Wait’ll the AMA hears about this!  Walker makes a magnificent femme fatale, with her Mona Lisa smile hiding plenty of trouble.

Is it all just nerves, or is fate messing with Stan, or is it payback time for all of Stan’s chicanery? Things come to a head when Stan collapses while doing a reading in his act about a young girl named Caroline, now deceased.  Now it seems the resourceful Stan has branched out again and become a mentalist (where’s Simon Baker when you need him?) with the ability to talk to the dead — so versatile!  Of course, it helped that Stan’s new cohort Dr. Ritter has joined forces with Stan to get her unsuspecting patients’ files for authenticity.  The rich, powerful Ezra Grindle (Taylor Holmes), who misses his late daughter terribly, is interested in what Stan has to say, explaining to Molly, “I told him he wasn’t ready yet for spiritual communion. He should prepare himself a little more with prayer and good works.  He gave me enough to start building the finest tabernacle in the country…and he’s going to buy me a radio station of my own.”
Stan, you've let yourself go!
Life ain't pretty when you're a carny geek!
There’s always a catch, of course.  Stan’s catch is that Grindle wants proof.  So Stan fixes Molly up to look like his beloved “Dory,” despite Molly’s misgivings.  The ruse is nearly completed when Molly’s guilty conscience gets the best of her.  Dr. Ritter swaps Stan’s money from the scam for a measly $150, and she tries to convince Stan that he’s losing his mind because of his guilt complex — as if!  Trying to do the right thing for Molly’s sake (for once!), Stan puts Molly on a train, and he lives the hobo life.  Sooner or later, all roads lead to Rome, er, home eventually, and Stan finds the only job available in the carnival: the geek!  Oh, how the mighty have fallen!  But there’s hope for redemption and love after all when it turns out Molly is working at this carnival as well.

Vinnie games the rig - It's amazing how good a look at the world of a carnival sideshow this film is, and from so many years ago.  It's fun to hear them talking about the "Ten-in-one", a classic setup of carnivals where they promise ten unique acts or performers for one fee, a dime back in the day.  Of course, in a classic ten-in-one, each act would be selling souvenir photos, or pamphlets on how to juggle, or the like, and a ten-cent admission could end up costing you a couple dollars at the end.  It's also always fun to hear the original definition of "geek" as well.
One of the things about this film that just amazes me is the fact that they explain, clearly and distinctly, for all to see, how carny psychics (a term which here means "all psychics") con people.  Stan is briefly fooled by a fortune telling that seems to speak to him personally, only to learn that he's just had a "cold reading."  The psychic will drop a bunch of very generic statements onto the table that could refer to anything.  The mark will do all the work for them, figuring out what the vague clues mean.  Saying "I see an 'M'..." will get the mark to pore through all the dead people they know for one whose name starts with M.  It's easy to learn, as Stan does in the film, and soon he's got people wrapped around his finger.
Of course, people will ever claim that yes, sure there are some fraudsters out there, but THIS guy is the emis.  And all I say is to watch any of the TV psychics, like the guy on the Sci-Fi channel (a delicious irony), and watch how they throw out only the most tenuous of feelers, and the person being read will grab onto them, inferring meaning where none was implied.

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