In The Times Of Class-Struggle- Not-With Barbara Stanwyck
And Gary Cooper’s Meet John Doe In Mind
DVD Review
By Sam Lowell
Meet John Doe, starring Barbara Stanwyck, Gary Cooper
directed Frank Capra, 1941
No question during the late 1930s, early 1940s before Pearl
Harbor closed everything down but patriotic stuff and shoulder to the wheel
beat the hellish Nips and Nazis took over (an admirable goal the question was
what was to happen with this good green earth after those bastards got
“tanked”) there was a certain amount of social commentary in Hollywood films
reflecting an understanding that while the movie-goers wanted their plots
sugar-coated they could stand up to a little good-natured fun about their
desperate situations toward the end of the Great Depression. Warner Brothers
for a time had serious social dramas by the score about working conditions, the
plight of the average Joe and about the lives of men and woman of common clay.
The serious social commentary work maybe didn’t last long once the class
struggle heated up-when those of ordinary clay in places like Chicago, Detroit,
Akron got angry and decided to do something about their fates instead of just
talking about it on the assembly line or tool shed and the movie producers started
seeing “reds under all the beds” and reined in the serious stuff. The
good-natured fun of the romantic comedy if sometimes acerbic and arcane as the
film under review, Meet John Doe, demonstrates
in full never lost its foothold though.
No question too lots of people who never thought they would
see the unemployment line or the soup kitchen got a rude comeuppance in the 1930s.
Take a guy like John Doe, not his real name, played by Gary Cooper whose wing
gave out (his pitching arm gave out for those less sanguine sports aficionados)
and wound up on the scape heap doing the best he could which was not too good when
the deal went down. And like a lot of guys (gals too but we will concentrate on
the guys here) who hit the roads during that time he ran into a guy, the Colonel,
played by Walter Brennan, who became his road buddy, who tried might and main
to keep him on an even keel (to no avail as one would suspect). Together they
did the best they could until one day they heard, who knows how they heard but
the “railroad jungle” grapevine like the teenage schoolboy and girl grapevine
was pretty accurate, would be the envy of every CIA and NSA operative that a
newspaper, a big city newspaper was looking for the “John Doe” anonymous author
of a “suicide” note. Said in the note he was going to jump off the Empire State
Building in hectic New Jack City to protest the inequities of the world. Was
going to “atone” for the sins of mankind if you want top to put a slightly
different spin on the matter. So penniless and not proud our John Doe (remember
not his real name) showed up at the newspaper office with about ten thousand other
shiftless bums to claim the “prize.”
Of course neither he nor the others knew that this “suicide
note” was the dreamt up story from the imagination of a newspaper gal, Ann, who
had been sacked as “redundant” by her employer’s agent and was fighting to get
her job back. Her “idea” was to drive up circulation by getting the readers of
the day to follow the exploits of the soon-to-be suicide John Doe-the people’s avenger
(sound familiar with the doings of the lords of the fourth estate), a living symbol
of what bothered and bewildered them about everyday life. So John met Ann. John
agreed, pressed under by his then current bedraggled condition, to go along
with the gag. And so the fireworks begun. You know the fireworks between the
fetching Ann and the good-looking silent type John.
That, in the end, was the real story line but get this John
started buying into the gag, decided that since people were taking him seriously
he would act as a conduit for their frustrations, began some boosteristic clubs
to express social solidarity. But John Doe got too big for his britches, began to
take in an idea that things could change if people of ordinary clay stuck together.
That however ran afoul of the intentions of the newspaper boss (played by perennial
1930s business executive heavy, Edward Arnold) to use the clubs as the
springboard for his own political ambitions. One night at a big-time rally John
was exposed as “fraud” and the whole thing seemed to collapse over his head.
Being a stand-up guy John Doe decided to take that dreamt up leap to maintain
his credibility. Go to it John, make the bosses pay.
Wait a minute didn’t you read above that this was a Frank
Capra romantic comedy. No way was John leaping off anything higher that the
steps of a bus. Not as long as the now smitten Ann had a breath in her body.
Naturally although the class struggle took a back seat in the love business Ann
stopped John in his tracks before he did anything foolish. And she did. That
sounds familiar too. This one you want to watch as you see pros going through
their paces in one of the top snappy and witty romantic comedies ever. Kudos
Frank, Gary, Barbara, Walter and hell even Edward.
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