Showing posts with label screwball comedies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label screwball comedies. Show all posts

Thursday, September 13, 2018

Once Again When The Golden Age Of Screwball Comedy Ruled The Known World-Loretta Young And Tyrone Powers’ “Love Is News” (Which We All Knew, Right) (1937)-A Film Review


Once Again When The Golden Age Of Screwball Comedy Ruled The Known World-Loretta Young And Tyrone Powers’ “Love Is News” (Which We All Knew, Right) (1937)-A Film Review




DVD Review

By Si Lannon

Love Is News, Tyrone Powers, Loretta Young, Don Ameche, directed by legendary director Tay Garnett, 1937

Bang right out of the box-the late 1930s and early 1940s meaning before Pearl Harbor blew the smiles off of our faces and that generation slogged through the ensuing wars were the halcyon days of the screwball comedy. Names like Preston Sturgis, Frank Capra, Tay Garnett the director of the film under review Love Is News, and Sam Stein could name their price, could take the pick of the litter for story-lines and cast and for the producers it was like finding money on the ground. That last name by the way is important, the Stein name, since Sam’s son Abraham who went to school with my father having spent what even he called his misbegotten childhood watching his father perform miracles wrote what is still the definitive book on the genre, Sam Stein and the Heyday of Screwball Comedy. A whole generation of film reviewers, cranky editors, erudite professors and doctoral candidates feasted on his references and sometimes his ideas as well although they now for the past half century or so seem to have been eclipsed by a more serious strain of screwball comedy which may or may not make the viewer laugh a week later thinking about some inane episode. That is the true mark of a great screwball comedy.          

Abe Stein’s major premise, kind of counter-intuitive now perhaps, was not that the plotline was filled with period piece jokes or skits which made people laugh but that people, people in the late 1930s after the height of the Great Depression had brought many very low and before the war cut funny-bones a bit could see themselves if somewhat obscurely in those situations. Back in the late 1940s and early 1950s a whole generation of screenwriters and directors made great films and lots of money based on that single deep perception. Hell, Professor Logan over at the UCLA film school did his dissertation on that single threaded idea-and his well-known students like Marty Ames, Billy Williams and Sally Lyons learned that simple lesson well.        

To the plot as laid out by legendary director Tay Garnett a man who should never have been in the shadow of Sturgis and Capra. No, I just thought of something that will better explain what Abe was presenting and which his father and the others were creating. This Love Is News, a classic look at the newspaper business as well as boy meets girl love, starring darkly handsome Tyrone Powers as the energetic newshound and winsome Loretta Young as the no fool heiress to a big daddy fortune was remade in 1947 with Powers in the lead and demur Gene Tierney in Loretta Young’s role as That Wonderful Urge. WTF. The thing couldn’t be flatter, was a flop since while Ms. Tierney was alluring as hell in the film noir Laura she was wooden in this comedy business and any retrospective of hers should avoid re-running that dog.

Now forward. Steve ace reporter for some Gotham-type daily newspaper whose city editor is none other than Don Ameche who was built for the role since he had started out life as a newspaper reporter out in Lima, Ohio needs to keep up a head of steam to get back on top after a couple of tumbles down the mountain having been scooped on the Lifton and Hayworth cases. Tony, winsome Tony, is the much put upon heiress who is utterly tired of having her name splashed all over the tabloids for no known reason except that she is as rich as King Midas maybe more so. Here is where Abe Stein’s observation gets a real workout, proves it mettle. Frankly nobody in 1937, no serious movie-goer anyway, whose own lives were nothing but misery and squalor at least according to my grandmother, would have given a tinker’s damn about some stray debutante gone amok. Except this Tony beyond being winsome liked to burst balloons like most of us do. Liked the idea of seeing a meddling reporter take a fall.

Presto Ms. Tony turns the tables, declares that she will go to the altar with our Steve. For an independent reporter, hell, for an independent guy back then that was a badge of dishonor despite the fact that he was being congratulated and hounded by everybody for stepping onto easy street. A lot of ships would rise. Again, most people could see themselves jumping at that prospect just as today people wish to the high heavens that they would win some big take lottery. So Steve gets led by the nose through most of the rest of the film as he and Tony keep sparring away, Don Ameche gets crazy for lack of a story and Steve’s reporter buddies titter on the sidelines. Naturally and this is part of screwball comedy, romantic version, all their sparring is covering up a growing attraction for each other just like any of the six million Hollywood films that have been salvaged by that trope. So yes Tony and Steve get together but that too was a relief for 1930s audiences. If you don’t believe me check out Professor Lawrence’s classic Boy Meets Girl In Hollywood. And don’t bother with that dud The Wonderful Urge.              


Sunday, May 06, 2012

Out In The Be-Bop 1930s Jazz Night-Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day- A Film Review

Click on the headline to link to a Wikipedia entry for the screwball romantic comedy, Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day.

Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day, starring Frances McDormand, Amy Adams, Focus Features, 2008

I have spent no little “cyberspace” ink in the recent past swearing off femme fatales in crime noirs, mainly crime noirs from its heyday in the 1940s and 1950s. I grew tired, very tired, of two-timing dames who saw nothing wrong, nothing in the world wrong, with off-handedly putting a couple of slugs in the likes of a prince valiant like Robert Mitchum as Jane Greer did in Out Of The Past just for trying to help her out of a jam, or seven. Fortunately after successful completion of the twelve –step femme fatale withdrawal program I am now cured, cured forever and a day, of those bad femmes.

But what of “good” femme fatales, or wannabes (from Pittsburg no less), who maybe are just a little screwy (okay, okay a lot screwy) and don’t even know, how to handle a rod, or want to. Just men. Well then Miss Delysia LaFosse (played, fetchingly and every other which way played by Ms. Amy Adams) is just the type for you (and me, especially sans those pistols) featured in the film under review, Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day.

And what if all any femme fatale really needed to stay away from hard guys, hard liquor, hard grifts, and mean streets was a sort of “fairy godmother” posing as a “social secretary” (the Miss Pettigrew of the title played, every wise and wishful way by Ms. Frances McDormand of Fargo fame). Then, my friends, you would have the substance of the plot of this little romantic comedy/social commentary/ nostalgia piece (1939 just before the war, World War II in Europe when all hell will break loose, but there is just this minute reprieve for bread and circuses).

No need to get heavily entwined in the romantic triangle here, Ms. Adams and three beautiful young men who came of age after the war, the First World War that is, and who have “designs” on her free-wheeling spirit. Only one will win out in the end but not before Miss Pettigrew and Miss LaFosse light up the screen with their antics (and Ms. McDormand and Ms. Adams with their solid older woman/younger woman bonding). That is what drives this film. That and a rather nice tribute to old-time Hollywood screwball comedies a la Preston Sturgis and that crowd. With no off-hand femme fatale gun play to “resolve” the fickle lifestyle dilemmas.

And if all else fails to dignify the spirit of this film then let me end with this. View this for the torch singer (Ms. Adams) segment at the nightclub where the emotional distraught Miss LaFosse sings the old-time Inkspots classic, If I Didn’t Care. Even they would have had their handkerchiefs out on that one.