Once Again, The Girl
With The Bette Davis Eyes-Bette Davis’ The Golden Arrow” (1936)-A Film Review
DVD Review
By Senior Film Critic
Sandy Salmon
The Golden Arrow,
starring Bette Davis, George Brent, 1936
Of course when I mention
as in the title above Bette Davis’ eyes I am not considering the song made
famous by Kim Carnes Bette Davis Eyes
but the real Bette Davis and she is the girl with those dewy eyes I am referring
to. Here is something funny, actually something of a confession for a film
critic who has in his long career reviewed many films like the one under review
here The Golden Arrow, I had never
seen or certainly I do not remember from childhood a Bette Davis movie before I
hear folk-singer/songwriter Bob Dylan’s Desolation
Row in 1965 where he sang as part of the lyrics “and puts her hands in her
back pockets Bette Davis-style” and that got me intrigued about her old time
black and white movies appeal (although whether she ever really put her hands
in her back pockets Bette Davis-style is still an open question). That interest
got me doing as my old friend and colleague endlessly reminds when I follow his
lead a “run” on her films most notably All
About Eve. It also got me interested in her biography enough to find out
that she was born in Lowell, Ma about fifty miles from where Sam Lowell grew up
the same town where Jack Kerouac came of age (and fled) before making his big
dent on his (and my) generations with the timeless On The Road which Sam, book critic Zack James and I have spent the
last few month commemorating the 60th anniversary of with various
appreciations. Must be something about that mill-town Merrimack River cascading
down the rushes.
But enough of biography
and old-time lyrical references except to mention that looking back in my files
(both old-time hard copy and work processor saved which tells the tale of how
long I have been writing this stuff for a living) I did a number of reviews,
six, of Bette Davis movies back in 1965-1966 when I was doing that “run” and have
not done anymore since then until now. The “now” a result of Sam Lowell in his
role of film critic emeritus (he hypes it up to film editor but I will let that
pass out of our old-time friendship) deciding that he didn’t want to review the
assigned by Pete Markin The Golden Arrow
to concentrate on finishing up his “run” on a series of B-film noir movies
produced in the 1950s by the English Hammer Production Company and foisted the
assignment on me. I am not complaining or only a little but I have a feeling
that I will also be on a “run” with Ms. Davis’ long list of screen credits.
Mention of a long and
illustrious career brings the inevitable question of what was good and what was
not in that career. I have long ago under Sam Lowell’s guidance I will admit
given up on understanding why perfectly good actors, and Ms. Davis is one with
two Oscars and ten nominations up her sleeve, succumb to less worthy film
scripts. Not that The Golden Arrow is
horrible quite the contrary it is a nice slim little romantic comedy but it
hardly let’s Ms. Davis show her stuff, show those Bette Davis eyes to good
effect.
I might as well give you,
as Sam Lowell made a long career out of saying, “the skinny” on this slender
piece and you decide. Daisy, the role played by Ms. Davis, is a high-end
society heiress who is whiling away the hours until the next best thing comes
along avoiding newspaper reporters like the plague, like seven plagues. Along
comes “penny a word” down at the heels reporter Johnny Jones, played by George
Brent last seen in this space when my associate Alden Riley reviewed In This Our Life when the affable Brent
was given the heave-ho no go engagement by Ms. Davis so that she could run off
with her sister’s husband, to try for an interview under mistaken circumstances.
Despite Johnny’s
horrible but honorable profession and his personal ethics (he will not publish
the results of their conversation) Daisy likes him. Likes him enough that she
proposes a deal-they get married so she can avoid the paparazzi and
gold-diggers after her so-called fortune and he can write that great American
novel he had in him and which is thwarted by his struggle for daily bread
working the newspaper gag. He buys in. Except he doesn’t buy into Daisy’s board
of directors who want to control his actions. Rebellion takes the form of
dating another high society dame to fend off the feelings he has for Daisy.
Daisy who seemed indifferent suddenly realizes that she loves the poor bugger penniless
reporter. What to do. Well what to do was using her feminine wiles to get him
jealous. And in the end when Johnny finds out that his Miss Daisy is not rich
but just employed an advertising ploy to sell soap they unite and head off into
the sunset. If you only watch one Bette Davis film this is not the one. After
re-watching that All About Eve that I
had reviewed many years ago watch that. If you have time on your hands then
watch this one.
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