Format: DVD from Northern Illinois University Founders Memorial Library on kick-ass portable DVD player.
After a delay for wrapping Christmas presents and not quite enough sleep, here is your review.
I have a real fondness of Humphrey Bogart. Lots of people play tough guys in films, but Bogart had something about him particular that most don’t. Bogart played tough guys with a streak of vulnerability. Even his best characters are damaged goods, and it’s the damage that makes them interesting. His character in In a Lonely Place is one of the most damaged of his career, probably the most damaged since Treasure of the Sierra Madre or after. There’s always something of the anti-hero in Bogart, even when he’s playing more noble than the rest of the cast put together.
Nicholas Ray’s In a Lonely Place is the sort of lurid Hollywood tale that, with a less stellar cast, would be memorable only for the more vicious moments and potential shock value. With Bogart in the lead role, though, it transcends its genre and becomes something far more interesting.
Dixon “Dix” Steele (Bogart) is a Hollywood screenwriter who has gone a long time without much to show for it. He’s contacted to write a new script based on a book, but he’s not sure he wants to do it, and he really doesn’t want to read the book. Instead, he finds a coatcheck girl named Mildred (Martha Stewart) who has read the book. He brings her home to tell him the story, and she does. She leaves and everything seems fine.
However, she shows up dead the next day, strangled and tossed from a moving car. As the last person to see her, Dixon is obviously the most logical choice for a suspect. He’s saved, though, when Laurel Gray (Gloria Grahame), his neighbor across they way, vouches for the fact that the girl left around 12:30, and Dixon stayed in. The problem is that she didn’t see anything and she is covering for Dix’s otherwise complete lack of alibi. For all she knows, it could well have been Dix.
This is a problem for Laurel because she and Dix soon become “an item” and spend all their time together. Dix gets to work on his screenplay and Laurel types it for him. This sudden intimacy makes her privy to a number of unpleasant incidents involving Dix’s monstrous temper. He gets mad immediately about things and then looks for an outlet for his rage. When he leaves a beach party in a huge temper, she barely gets into the car to leave with him before he drives away. After a fender bender with another car, he beats the other driver into near unconsciousness and almost kills him by smashing his head with a rock until Laurel stops him. And suddenly Laurel isn’t that sure she’s ready to stand by her man, because her man might be guilty and she’s a very convenient outlet for his rage.
The best thing about In a Lonely Place is Bogart’s performance, but this is not to say that the rest of the film is weak. On the contrary, this is a gripping film anchored by one of the better performances in a stellar career. The genius of what Bogart does here is that he gets us to like Dixon Steele (who has the best film noir character name ever) and even feel sorry for him at the beginning of the story, and then spends the rest of the film destroying our reasons to like him. As the film progresses, we have fewer and fewer reasons to like Dix until we’re in the same position as Laurel and we can’t remember why this guy got our sympathy in the first place.
For me, this is the joy of In a Lonely Place. Dixon Steele is mercurial, a man of intense moods. Moments after beating a man senseless, he’s asking Laurel’s opinion about a line he wants to include in the film he’s writing, as if nothing ever happened. He’s almost a charming sociopath. It makes this, in a lot of ways, a trumped-up B-movie, one that plays for the most lurid angle it can, but does so with a really good cast.
The single best scene comes when Dix visits his friend Brub Nicolai (Frank Lovejoy), who happens to be one of the cops investigating the murder of Mildred. Dix has his own theory of how the crime was committed, and he gets Brub and his wife Sylvia (the oddly-named Jeff Donnell, and yes, she’s a woman) to act out his version. As Brub “strangles” his wife, Dix encourages him to squeeze harder, tossing in details of the killer that match Dix. He’s visibly excited by the theory, almost as if he is enjoying a reenactment of a crime that he committed himself. There’s a manic, almost sexual thrill in Dix as he watches the passion play he has created.
In the end, In a Lonely Place is not a great film, but it is a good one, and a very effective one, worth seeing because it shows just how much range Bogart really had. It’s easy to remember him as Sam Spade or Rick in Casablanca, the classic “women want him, men want to be him” roles that made Bogart who he was. He was more than that, and this one shows it.
Why to watch In a Lonely Place: It’s far darker and more involved than expected.
Why not to watch: It’s a case where the script deviates in massive ways from the source material.
Go be that wrap star.ReplyDelete
Excepting the fact that I forgot the eggnog, I am done for tomorrow.Delete
I now I gotta go buy myself some eggnog. Merry Christmas, dude.Delete
Can't stand the stuff myself--I bought it for everyone else.Delete
I would claim "great movie" status for In a Lonely Place in a heartbeat (it's actually in my All-Time Top Twenty). I love pretty much everything you mentioned about it, starting with Laurel's lack of actual ability to give Dix an alibi, yet she does it anyway because she "likes his face." It's a tough thing to put over that you'd do anything for Bogart because you like his face (I love Bogart, but let's face it, he isn't winning any hottie competitions just based on his face), but Grahame does. The original script actually had a shot of her standing on her balcony watching the girl leave, but Ray decided not to include it - a great decision, I think.ReplyDelete
The film as a whole is just so raw, and yet has a double undercurrent of hope and despair that I find irresistible. There are a few scenes when the police have backed off a bit, Laurel is there, and Dix is writing again that seem to actually promise good things for him - that she could be his savior. Yet even then, the beginning of their romance is undercut by his expression of love in possessive and dominating terms. Hope and despair. Grahame's rocky marriage to Ray (they split up during filming) feels so immediate, all that pain and hope and ultimate failure showing up in the film.
Yeah, I love this film. It's a perfect mix of film noir, romantic melodrama, and Hollywood gothic, with great performances, direction, and cinematography to boot.
You're right that Bogart wouldn't win a beauty competition, but there is something unmistakably sexual about him. There are plenty of people in the world who project a sort of sexual energy without being physically attractive. I bought the "I like his face" thing on that level primarily.Delete
I probably undersold Gloria Grahame in the review above. The film works for two primary reasons beyond the story, and those two reasons are Bogart's portrayal of a seriously flawed man and Grahame's portrayal of a woman who finds herself trapped between loving him and being terrified of him. Her last line on the phone at the end of the film is, for me, the moment that sells all of her pain. If I hadn't already believed her performance, I would have in that one line.
I'm with you on this one. Love the performances, but the film never felt great to me. It's one I'll revisit in the hopes of getting something more out of it with a second viewing, but I failed to see the greatness the first time.ReplyDelete
Maybe the story isn't big enough? I'm not sure. For now, I'll stick with "very good."Delete
That scene where Dix is making Brub and Sylvia act out the murder is phenomenal. I love how the lighting is making Bogie's eyes shine and you can almost here his panting in an almost sexual arousal. If I had not been scared of him up to that point then I would now. Brilliant acting and brilliant cinematographyReplyDelete
Aside from the ending, that's my favorite scene in the film, and it's all Bogart.Delete
Gawd, I love Jeff Donnell! She's really great as Sylvia here. It's too bad she didn't have a better career than what she ended up with, but it's nice to see her pop up every once in a while. (I saw her in Sweet Smell of Success last week. And I just got done watching her in Power of the Whistler (1945) with Richard Dix.)Delete
I love her sleepy eyes. She looks like they woke her up just minutes before sending her to the set.
Hey, Donnell! Wake up! You're wanted for the scene where Bogart is gonna pretend to kill you!
Donnell: *yawn* OK. (blinks her sleepy eyes) Can I get some coffee first?
Naw. Here's a comb. You can fix your hair on the way to the set.
Donnell: OK! Thanks! *yawns again*
One of the reasons I love movies from this era is because of the glamor of so many of the stars.Delete