HELL ON FRISCO BAY

Alan Ladd

HELL ON FRISCO BAY (1955). Director: Frank Tuttle. 

Ex-cop Steve Rollins (Alan Ladd) was framed for a murder he didn't commit and sent to prison for five years. When he gets out he is determined to find out who really murdered the victim and clear his name. He pretty much ignores his wife, Marcia (Joanne Dru), because he wants to protect her and also because she dared to dally with a gentleman out of loneliness when Steve wouldn't even let her come to see him. The San Francisco docks are controlled by a nasty man named Victor Amato (Edward G. Robinson), who has a good right hand, Joe (Paul Stewart), and a good-for-nothing nephew, Mario (Perry Lopez), who loves the ladies. Joe spends his nights with a former movie star named Kay (Fay Wray) while Victor is stuck with his pious wife, Anna (Renata Vanni), who treats Mario like a son and thinks he should be a priest. Steve talks to assorted individuals in the hopes they can give him information that might help him, but when Amato offers him a job, and Steve turns him down, he vows to make him pay -- painfully. 

Robinson and Fay Wray

Hell on Frisco Bay is a fast-paced and entertaining film noir thriller with many intriguing elements and a highly interesting cast. Ladd could probably play this kind of role in his sleep by now, but he manages to stay awake and acquits himself nicely. A deceptively cheery Robinson slowly unveils the layers of corruption and evil until he reveals the slimy lizard at his core, going so far as to order Joe to murder his own nephew. Stewart is excellent as the hired gun who's trying to get out from under Robinson's thumb. Fay Wray scores as Kay, and one of the best scenes is between Wray and Robinson as Amato makes a pass at her and gets angry when she turns him down, hitting her. "Get out, you filthy peasant!" she screams. Joanne Dru is acceptable as Marcia, giving solid line readings that don't always hit the emotional mark. 

William Demarest and Rod Taylor

The film is also full of flavorful performances by a wide variety of supporting players. William Demarest is a cop and friend of Steve's while Willis Bouchey is the police lieutenant who has to be convinced of Steve's innocence. Rod Taylor plays a hood who may have committed the murder Steve was sent away for with Tina Carver as his girlfriend. Peter Hansen [When Worlds Collide] is the corrupt cop, Connors, and Anthony Caruso [The Asphalt Jungle] is especially notable as a fisherman who is scared that if he talks to Steve his young son, George (Peter J. Votrian, who is also good) may come to harm. Renata Vanni probably made a career out of playing long-suffering wives or mothers. Nestor Paiva plays another dock worker who tries to work things out with Amato and only winds up dead. Perry Lopez [The Steel Jungle] plays the sexy but weak nephew to perfection. Jayne Mansfield plays his date.

Paul Stewart with Robinson

Ladd is manhandled by the chubby gunsel Hammy (Stanley Adams) in one scene and turns the tables on him, beating him up and telling Joe to "get your pig outa here!" The film has a boat chase at the end that is exciting although not quite on the level of similar scenes in those old cliffhangers. Although this might not be listed among Max Steiner's greatest scores, it is effective and thrilling when it needs to be. The screenplay is good, but one wishes the picture crackled with tension -- although it comes close at times -- but director Frank Tuttle doesn't make the film quite as explosive as it could have been. Still, it's quite well-played and snappy.

Verdict: Memorable crime drama with some outstanding performances. ***. 

VENGEANCE VALLEY

Robert Walker and Burt Lancaster 

VENGEANCE VALLEY (1951). Director: Richard Thorpe.

Owen Daybright (Burt Lancaster) was taken in by cattle man Arch Strobie (Ray Collins), when he was a boy, and he grew up with Arch's son, Lee (Robert Walker). Owen has often had to cover for Lee, who can be irresponsible. Lee impregnated Lily (Sally Forrest) --  apparently before he married his wife, Jen (Joanne Dru) -- but Owen has to front for him. This causes Lily's two brothers, Hub (John Ireland) and Dick (Hugh O'Brian), to assume he is the baby's father, and they start gunning for him. Fearing the truth may come out, Owen tells Lee that he should take his wife and make a fresh start elsewhere, but Lee has other plans.

Out for blood: Hugh O'Brian and John Ireland

Vengeance Valley is strange. While this isn't technically a "B" movie, it has all the appearances of one, and aside from the business with the pregnancy,  it plays like something Roy Rogers could have starred in. The acting is all good, although Ray Collins, best-known as the detective on Perry Mason, sometimes seems disinterested. Carleton Carpenter is also in the cast as Hewie, a cowpoke who has a crush on Lily, and he's fine. Ted de Corsia also scores as another rancher who comes afoul of Owen. Director Richard Thorpe doesn't make the most of the film's dramatic moments, but the story is nothing special and doesn't live up to its title. This was Lancaster's first western.

Verdict: So-so western with a very good cast. **1/2. 

ALL THE KING'S MEN (1949)

Broderick Crawford, Mercedes McCambridge, John Ireland

ALL THE KING'S MEN (1949). Director: Robert Rossen.

All the King's Men traces the parallel rise and fall of Willie Stark (Broderick Crawford of Scandal Sheet) and a reporter, Jack Burden (John Ireland), who's covering his story as he goes up against seemingly impossible odds to become governor. Just as Stark wants to prove himself to the public and his cronies, Jack needs to prove himself to his fiancee, Anne (Joanne Dru), who has been raised by her presumably incorruptible uncle, Judge Stanton (Raymond Greenleaf of Over-Exposed). Stark, however, is certainly not incorruptible, as power goes to his head and his path leads inexorably to tragedy. Others in his orbit include his wife (Anne Seymour); his mistress-associate, Sadie (Mercedes McCambridge); his son, Tom (John Derek); and Anne's brother, Adam (Shepperd Strudwick of Three Husbands). All the King's Men is an absorbing and well-acted film, although none of the players. including Crawford, are especially outstanding (although Crawford and McCambridge won Oscars, along with the picture itself). Ralph Dumke and Walter Burke have smaller roles. The score is by Louis Gruenberg, and Burnett Guffey is director of photography. A similar plot was used for the later A Lion is in the Streets, in which James Cagney also played a Willie Stark-type. Remade in 2006.

Verdict: Solid drama with an interesting cast. ***.

FORBIDDEN

FORBIDDEN (1953). Director: Rudolph Mate.

"There isn't one thing about you that I've ever forgotten."

In post-WW2 Macao, Eddie Darrow (Tony Curtis) comes looking for his lost lady love, Christine (Joanna Dru). A bitter Darrow is being paid money to bring Christine, who is the widow of a notorious gangster, back to the United States to help with a deal for one of her late husband's associates, but the truth is that she knows too much. Darrow comes to the aid of nightclub-casino owner Justin Keit (Lyle Bettger), who is assaulted in the street, and winds up staying in his home, ultimately learning that Christine is Keit's fiance. With Keit and his men on one side, and her husband's associates on the other, will Eddie and Christine live long enough to enjoy their rekindled romance? Forbidden takes all of the stock elements from much better pictures, tosses them around, and comes up with a brisk, entertaining, but forgettable romantic adventure. The performances are all good, with Curtis' dead-commonness not getting in the way of his characterization (such as it is); Dru attractive if a bit tame as the femme fatale; and Bettger [The Sea Chase] walking off with the movie as her dangerous fiance. Victor Sen Yung [Charlie Chan in Honolulu] gets to play two stereotypes: the inscrutable Oriental coming out with pithy sayings, and the philosophizing piano player. Arguably Curtis' best performance was in Sweet Smell of Success. Not to be confused with Macao.

Verdict: Call this Gilda once over lightly. **1/2.

SYLVIA

SYLVIA (1965). Director: Gordon Douglas.

"Before you can save the soul, you gotta feed the body."

Frederic Summers (Peter Lawford) hires private eye Alan "Mack" Macklin (George Maharis) to investigate the background of his fiancee, Sylvia (Carroll Baker). As Mack tracks down the woman's past, he learns about how she was raped by her stepfather, became a prostitute, then a poet, and has favorably impressed many of the people she met along her journey. This includes the librarian, Irma (Viveca Lindfors) and a former "hostess" named Jane (Joanne Dru), whose hospital bills were paid by Sylvia. Mack finally catches up with Sylvia herself, and is drawn to her -- but what will happen when she discovers the truth about him? At first Sylvia seems that it might have serious possibilities, and doesn't just seem like a tawdry exercise despite the subject matter, but as the film proceeds it's clear that it's pretty much junk that isn't lurid enough. The two leads are okay, but small-scale, and hardly give great performances. There is better acting from Lindfors (whose character has often been considered a lesbian although there's nothing in this to indicate it); Dru; and especially Ann Sothern [A Letter to Three Wives] as a slatternly former co-worker of Sylvia's. There are also nice turns by Nancy Kovack as a stripper, Jay Novello as a priest, Edmond O'Brian [Backfire] as a former client of Sylvia's, Connie Gilchrist as a madame, and especially Paul Gilbert [So This is Paris] as a drag queen entertainer/club owner known as "Lola." Lawford is actually quite good and there are appearances by Aldo Ray, Lloyd Bochner, and Majel Barrett, among other familiar faces, as well. Although the story bounces around from Mexico to New York and other places, there is never any sense of time or location, as if everything exists in that certain soap opera void that only Hollywood could produce.

Verdict: There's a reason why certain movies are completely forgotten. **.

SEPTEMBER STORM

SEPTEMBER STORM (1960). Director: Byron Haskin.

In Majorca Joe Balfour (Mark Stevens of The Dark Corner) and his buddy Ernie (Robert Strauss of Here Come the Girls) hope that model Anne Traymore (Joanne Dru) will use her feminine charm to convince handsome young Manuel Montoya (Asher Dann) to let them use his boat to find some lost treasure of doubloons. They don't realize that Manuel only pretends to be a wealthy playboy and the boat is really owned by his employer, LeClerc (Jean-Pierre Kerien). A bigger problem is that Ernie may not really be the buddy that Joe thinks he is. September Storm is okay enough, but is much too leisurely-paced to build up much suspense, and is rather slipshod all told. Dru is odd casting. Supposedly this was shot in 3D, but you'd never know it. This was charming Dann's first movie; his other four credits were in television. Kerien made mostly French films.

Verdict: Not even three dimensions could save this. **.