One Less Johnny Rocco, Uh, Johnny
Vanning Is Not Worth Dying Over-Bette Davis And Humphrey Bogart’s “Marked
Woman” (1937)-A Film Review
DVD Review
By Leslie Dumont
Marked Women, Bette Davis the girl
with the Bette Davis eyes who put her hips in her back pocket Bette Davis
style, Humphrey Bogart last seen uttering those prophetic words about the
Johnny Roccos of the world, 1937
Yeah, Humphrey Bogart, a guy who
knew a thing or two and a guy who my old flame Josh Breslin who works at this
publication still and Sam Lowell the acknowledged king of film noir and black
and white films in his salad days idolized had it right, had it figured exactly
right when he was down in Key Largo, down in the Keys sweating like a pig and
he had to tell some luscious but dizzy dame what was what about guys like
Johnny Rocco being always with us, always wanted more, always wanted to run the
easy street rackets just like in the old days. (By the way, as an aside, water
cooler rumors that Josh and I are an “item” to use an old-time high school term
are just that-rumors. After Josh’s three divorces and my two we are in no rush
to jump into anything so things are murky. At this time by mutual agreement murky
is good, very good.)
Of course, that didn’t stop old
Bogie from bang-bang dead Johnny, made Johnny sleep with the fishes when he
tried to mess with his woman, with that luscious if dizzy dame. Get this though
Mary, what the hell, Mary Smith since these kinds of women have a million
aliases, played by the girl with the Bette Davis eyes, was way ahead of him,
ahead of Bogie when she cut the deal of deals with another Johnny, Johnny
Vanning who wanted what all such Johnnies wanted-more. Had it figured to make
herself the best of it as detailed in the film under review, Marked Woman. Had to do what a girl had
to do no fooling around.
Of course in post-Code 1937
Hollywood Mary’s profession had to be dolled up, hostesses they called that
sort, B-girls, whores really if you want the unvarnished truth working not the
streets but the night club expensive booze, some gambling then hit the sheets
and make the bastards, the Johns pay through the nose. Yes, a girl has got to
do what a girl has to do. Mary had all the angles, had guys like gangster king
Johnny Vanning figured as nothing but trouble in a girl’s life if she didn’t
work an alliance. So Mary, what are we calling her, oh yeah, Smith went along
and got along. What people didn’t know, what her roommate so-called fellow
hostesses didn’t know was she was hustling drinks and guys in order to put her
sister, her babe in the woods sister through some swanky elite college.
That little sidebar would change
things for Mary in a big way once little sister got into the act, came to visit
her not knowing that she was really a call girl, whore, oh well let’s go with
the fantasy night club hostess laugh. Yeah a real babe in the woods who would
get more, very much more than she bargained for when she saw the glitter of the
big city, when she saw that she couldn’t go back to that swanky college once
the kids there knew what older sister was doing with her silky sheets nights.
Little sister, Bette I think her name was but who knows, got tangled up with
the wrong gees, got tangled up with one Johnny Vanning. Took a funny little
fall down the staircase at one of Johnny’s swank parties. So Bette too slept
with the fishes in some East River dumping ground courtesy of thoughtful Johnny
Vanning.
Whore or not if your sister gets
wasted you have to do something about it, have to change modes of operation so
Mary became a snitch, a stoolie for the Assistant D.A, a guy named of all
things Humphrey Bogart in the days before he wised-up, before he knew that one
Johnny more or less was not worth dying for. Funny Mary in her salad days had
played Bogie for the fool in his attempts to bring Johnny, Johnny Vanning to
some rough justice, but it could have been Johnny Everyman for all that
mattered when Bogie thought Mary was on the level but who was working for
Johnny’s lawyer to foul up Bogie’s case. Nice moves. The little sister thing
though choked things off. It didn’t help when Mary decided after finding out
what happened to sis to because a snitch that Johnny, sweet as pie Johnny, had
one of his boys work her over to make her less talkative.
See even if guys like Johnny
Vanning, Johnny Rocco, Johnny Blade from my old neighborhood up in Olde Saco,
Maine before that town took a nose-dive after the mills started shutting down
and heading first to the South and then off-shore didn’t want to rule the world
on the cheap a gal like Mary once the sister thing became known was a loose cannon
and Bogie played on that assumption. Brought her around to see that she was
going nowhere except maybe hustling on the means streets giving head, blow
jobs, in some back alley for dimes and doughnuts (left unspoken in coded
Hollywood okay but that was the reality). So Mary talked, talked loud and
clear, brought her “hostess” roommates along, and one Johnny Vanning was toast
was doing some serious time for the death of little sister. Here is the funny
thing as rough justice is done for a minute when Johnny V. tags a few nickels
in the big house but somewhere in the big city another Johnny will be working
his way up the food chain, will have his “wanting habits” on. In some odd way
one more Johnny or one less is not worth dying for-still it was nice to watch
Johnny Rocco sleeping with the fishes and Johnny V. heading to the big house
for some rest.
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