***Out In The 1940s Crime Noir Night- Otto Preminger’s “Fallen Angel”- A Film Review
DVD Review
By Josh Breslin
Fallen Angel, starring Dana Andrews, Alice Faye, Linda Darnell, directed by Otto Preminger, 1945
[Alright I have had my say about my less than utter devotion to the film noir genre in a recent introduction to Josh Breslin’s film review of the adaptation of Ernest Hemingway’s short story The Killers (see, Archives, dated January 12, 2019). That still stands. What does not still stand though is the utterly crass response, a respond worthy of wounded elephants, when I mentioned that guys like Josh and Sam Lowell had ill-spent their youths in dark, popcorn-festered Saturday afternoon double feature matinees rather than breathing some innocent fresh air. Let me put it this way the kindest response was by Si Lannon (as usual) who speculated that as much as we are collectively opposed to capital punishment for criminal activities that offend against humankind that perhaps some exceptions should be made particularly egregious cases, mine. It went downhill from the gist of sentiment being that I never had been manly enough to understand the genre having been pampered in my youth up there in swank Hudson River digs
That hurt whether it is true or not but remember that I am just enough younger and less poverty-driven conscious that those guys although having been through life none of these guys have to worry about where their next meal is coming from-very definitely don’t in some kind of survival of the fittest sense since they survived unlike some of the guys who as Seth Garth has said “laid down their heads in bloody Vietnam or like their icon Markin as a result of that experience.
Still on the face of it and I go with my having been involved with something like forty thousand reviews over the past few decades (not as a writer, Jesus no, not for a long time since that is such a perilous and cutthroat business depending on nothing but your last review and maybe not even that at some journals), the premise behind the noir is not something that ever wowed me, the photography, the black and white scene setting and sequel effects yes. The storyline and shabby treatment of women, even femmes leave a lot to be desired.
Yes, yes, I know we live in the #MeToo era and that has some effect even going back to the noirs but shabby is not too far a stretch that these films were only keeping the so-called feminine mystique alive. Take one example, and not the worse of the lot, Jane Greer’s role in Out Of The Past where she is treated by Robert Mitchum as so much eye candy to be looked up and down and back again. Treated by mobster Kirk Douglas and noting but an appendage. No wonder the woman had ot make her own way, her own space as best she could. If she had to get a little gun crazy, start shooting to keep herself going that was part of the overhead for her to stay alive. Hey, the guys knew what they were getting into and still came after her-and not just for her charms. It might be hard to make a feminist-friendly film, and maybe back then probably impossible but that is no reason for guys doing film reviews today to get all gushy about this genre. Touche. Greg Green]
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As I have mentioned at the start of other reviews in this genre I am an aficionado of film noir, especially those 1940s detective epics like the film adaptations of Dashiell Hammet’s Sam Spade in The Maltese Falcon and Raymond Chandler’s Phillip Marlowe in The Big Sleep. There is nothing like that gritty black and white film, ominous musical background (one can tell without watching the beginning of the film, the credits, that a noir is on hand, or noir-influenced and those shadowy fugitive moments to stir the imagination. Others in the genre like Gilda, The Lady From Shang-hai, and Out Of The Past rate a nod because in addition to those attributes mentioned above they have classic femme fatales to add a little off-hand spice to the plot line, and, oh yah, they look nice too. Beyond those classics this period (say, roughly from the mid-1940s to mid-1950s) produced many black and white film noir set pieces, some good, some not so good. For plot line, and plot interest, the film under review, Fallen Angel, is under that former category. This film is an example of what 1940s film noir was all about, maybe not the best but still more than passable.
Once you have started to get fixated on crime noir films a key question that inevitably comes up is the femme fatale, good or bad, although not every crime noir film had them. Fallen Angel does, although rather unusually this femme fatale (played by sultry big-lipped Linda Darnell) is working in a one-arm joint (come on now you know what that is right? A hash house, a diner, a road house, a dew-drop in and the person serving them off the arm, one arm see, is none other than Darnell as the magnet waitress, Stella). Now all femme fatales, at least the ones I have seen in film (and a few, okay more than a few, that I have been run over by in life), have some kind of shady past and/or have gone wrong by hooking up with a wrong gee. Some of them have put on high class- airs (like Gilda in the movie of the same name and The Lady From Shang-hai both played by sultry, very sultry, let me get my handkerchief out Rita Hayworth) and others, like the Stella role Ms. Darnell plays here, are just hard-boiled gold-diggers from the wrong side of the tracks.
And that little fact is what has all the boys crazy here, and also drives the plot line.
The Great Depression and World War II unhinged a lot of the certainties that earlier American society took for granted. Those mega-events left a lot of loose-end people struggling, struggling hard to find their place in the sun, or at least some dough to help find that place. And that notion goes a long way in explaining why down-at-the-heels Eric (played by Dana Andrews) find himself on the left coast (California before the post- World War II land’s end explosion westward, westward from any east) with no dough and no prospects. But that doesn’t stop him from drawing a bee-line to femme fatale Darnell when he was unceremoniously dropped off in some backwater California ocean town. But brother Eric, take a ticket, get in line, because every other guy on the left coast, including the very unglamorous hash house owner, has big ideas, or wants to have big ideas about setting up house with this two-timing brunette waitress. (Personally I don’t see it but I run to perky blondes and fire-haired red heads although, truth to tell, a few of those femmes I have been run over by, mentioned above, have been brunettes too.) But when a man, as men will do, is smitten well there it is. There are no hoops big enough that he will not roll through and that is where the plot thickens. See Stella, she from the wrong side of the tracks born, wants a home with a picket fence like all the other girls and if you don't have the cash, the cash in hand, then get lost, brother. Be a long gone daddy.
Needless to say old Eric is ready to move heaven and earth to get the dough for that white picket-fenced house. And here is his scam. A scam that played right has worked since time immemorial. Go where the money is. In that one-horse town, ocean-fronted or not, the dough resides with two prominent sisters who have some dough left from their father’s estate. So Eric plays up to one sister, June, (the pretty one, of course, played by Alice Faye) and through a convoluted series of events they wind up married. Ms. Darnell was not pleased by this turn of event, as you can imagine.
Although Stella not being pleased was cut short by a little problem, she was murdered on the night of Eric’s honeymoon with June. And all signs lead to him as the stone-cold killer- the frame is on, no question. But also “no question” is that he is not that kind of guy. But just step back a minute and remember that point about having to take a ticket to line up for Stella's affections. Plenty of guys (and at least one woman) had motive. See the film and figure who that was. Like I say this not the best of the 1940s crime noirs for plot line but is interesting enough. And the film was directed by Otto Preminger so you know the black and white cinematography shadows and contrasts will be just fine.
DVD Review
By Josh Breslin
Fallen Angel, starring Dana Andrews, Alice Faye, Linda Darnell, directed by Otto Preminger, 1945
[Alright I have had my say about my less than utter devotion to the film noir genre in a recent introduction to Josh Breslin’s film review of the adaptation of Ernest Hemingway’s short story The Killers (see, Archives, dated January 12, 2019). That still stands. What does not still stand though is the utterly crass response, a respond worthy of wounded elephants, when I mentioned that guys like Josh and Sam Lowell had ill-spent their youths in dark, popcorn-festered Saturday afternoon double feature matinees rather than breathing some innocent fresh air. Let me put it this way the kindest response was by Si Lannon (as usual) who speculated that as much as we are collectively opposed to capital punishment for criminal activities that offend against humankind that perhaps some exceptions should be made particularly egregious cases, mine. It went downhill from the gist of sentiment being that I never had been manly enough to understand the genre having been pampered in my youth up there in swank Hudson River digs
That hurt whether it is true or not but remember that I am just enough younger and less poverty-driven conscious that those guys although having been through life none of these guys have to worry about where their next meal is coming from-very definitely don’t in some kind of survival of the fittest sense since they survived unlike some of the guys who as Seth Garth has said “laid down their heads in bloody Vietnam or like their icon Markin as a result of that experience.
Still on the face of it and I go with my having been involved with something like forty thousand reviews over the past few decades (not as a writer, Jesus no, not for a long time since that is such a perilous and cutthroat business depending on nothing but your last review and maybe not even that at some journals), the premise behind the noir is not something that ever wowed me, the photography, the black and white scene setting and sequel effects yes. The storyline and shabby treatment of women, even femmes leave a lot to be desired.
Yes, yes, I know we live in the #MeToo era and that has some effect even going back to the noirs but shabby is not too far a stretch that these films were only keeping the so-called feminine mystique alive. Take one example, and not the worse of the lot, Jane Greer’s role in Out Of The Past where she is treated by Robert Mitchum as so much eye candy to be looked up and down and back again. Treated by mobster Kirk Douglas and noting but an appendage. No wonder the woman had ot make her own way, her own space as best she could. If she had to get a little gun crazy, start shooting to keep herself going that was part of the overhead for her to stay alive. Hey, the guys knew what they were getting into and still came after her-and not just for her charms. It might be hard to make a feminist-friendly film, and maybe back then probably impossible but that is no reason for guys doing film reviews today to get all gushy about this genre. Touche. Greg Green]
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As I have mentioned at the start of other reviews in this genre I am an aficionado of film noir, especially those 1940s detective epics like the film adaptations of Dashiell Hammet’s Sam Spade in The Maltese Falcon and Raymond Chandler’s Phillip Marlowe in The Big Sleep. There is nothing like that gritty black and white film, ominous musical background (one can tell without watching the beginning of the film, the credits, that a noir is on hand, or noir-influenced and those shadowy fugitive moments to stir the imagination. Others in the genre like Gilda, The Lady From Shang-hai, and Out Of The Past rate a nod because in addition to those attributes mentioned above they have classic femme fatales to add a little off-hand spice to the plot line, and, oh yah, they look nice too. Beyond those classics this period (say, roughly from the mid-1940s to mid-1950s) produced many black and white film noir set pieces, some good, some not so good. For plot line, and plot interest, the film under review, Fallen Angel, is under that former category. This film is an example of what 1940s film noir was all about, maybe not the best but still more than passable.
Once you have started to get fixated on crime noir films a key question that inevitably comes up is the femme fatale, good or bad, although not every crime noir film had them. Fallen Angel does, although rather unusually this femme fatale (played by sultry big-lipped Linda Darnell) is working in a one-arm joint (come on now you know what that is right? A hash house, a diner, a road house, a dew-drop in and the person serving them off the arm, one arm see, is none other than Darnell as the magnet waitress, Stella). Now all femme fatales, at least the ones I have seen in film (and a few, okay more than a few, that I have been run over by in life), have some kind of shady past and/or have gone wrong by hooking up with a wrong gee. Some of them have put on high class- airs (like Gilda in the movie of the same name and The Lady From Shang-hai both played by sultry, very sultry, let me get my handkerchief out Rita Hayworth) and others, like the Stella role Ms. Darnell plays here, are just hard-boiled gold-diggers from the wrong side of the tracks.
And that little fact is what has all the boys crazy here, and also drives the plot line.
The Great Depression and World War II unhinged a lot of the certainties that earlier American society took for granted. Those mega-events left a lot of loose-end people struggling, struggling hard to find their place in the sun, or at least some dough to help find that place. And that notion goes a long way in explaining why down-at-the-heels Eric (played by Dana Andrews) find himself on the left coast (California before the post- World War II land’s end explosion westward, westward from any east) with no dough and no prospects. But that doesn’t stop him from drawing a bee-line to femme fatale Darnell when he was unceremoniously dropped off in some backwater California ocean town. But brother Eric, take a ticket, get in line, because every other guy on the left coast, including the very unglamorous hash house owner, has big ideas, or wants to have big ideas about setting up house with this two-timing brunette waitress. (Personally I don’t see it but I run to perky blondes and fire-haired red heads although, truth to tell, a few of those femmes I have been run over by, mentioned above, have been brunettes too.) But when a man, as men will do, is smitten well there it is. There are no hoops big enough that he will not roll through and that is where the plot thickens. See Stella, she from the wrong side of the tracks born, wants a home with a picket fence like all the other girls and if you don't have the cash, the cash in hand, then get lost, brother. Be a long gone daddy.
Needless to say old Eric is ready to move heaven and earth to get the dough for that white picket-fenced house. And here is his scam. A scam that played right has worked since time immemorial. Go where the money is. In that one-horse town, ocean-fronted or not, the dough resides with two prominent sisters who have some dough left from their father’s estate. So Eric plays up to one sister, June, (the pretty one, of course, played by Alice Faye) and through a convoluted series of events they wind up married. Ms. Darnell was not pleased by this turn of event, as you can imagine.
Although Stella not being pleased was cut short by a little problem, she was murdered on the night of Eric’s honeymoon with June. And all signs lead to him as the stone-cold killer- the frame is on, no question. But also “no question” is that he is not that kind of guy. But just step back a minute and remember that point about having to take a ticket to line up for Stella's affections. Plenty of guys (and at least one woman) had motive. See the film and figure who that was. Like I say this not the best of the 1940s crime noirs for plot line but is interesting enough. And the film was directed by Otto Preminger so you know the black and white cinematography shadows and contrasts will be just fine.
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