I’ve been asked to resume doing movie reviews. I rarely go to the theater. Hey I’ve got a 52″ screen. Don’t need to. One Transformers film is enough.
Proof I’m getting old — I watched a Turner Classic Movie, and it was great: Murder, My Sweet, from the Raymond Chandler novel Farewell, My Lovely. (Not to be confused with the 1975 remake starring Robert Mitchum.) This one stars Dick Powell and people I’d never heard of, with the exception of Mike Mazurki. It came out in 1944.
The violence in the movie is pretty tame for a murder/detective flick, no great loss. None of the actors’ physiques would get them into a screen test today. Powell in one scene is wearing pants and just an undershirt when The Dame walks in and compliments him on his build, not much different than Ozzie Nelson’s. These days he wouldn’t frighten anyone in a dark alley. By contrast, the heavy Mazurki (born Mikhaił Mazurkiewicz, an Austrian), had been a football player and professional wrestler. He looks like he could more than hold his own with any of today’s action heroes. Moreover, Mazurki is a pretty good actor as a low-brow thug. In reality he had a college degree and spoke better English than Schwarzenegger.
The plot is reasonably intricate and the dialog snappy. It works more as camp than as seriously gripping, but it’s still great fun.
The director was Edward Dmytryk. He had done some anti-fascist movies in the Forties. He later ran afoul of the red scare, did time, got blacklisted, eventually appeared before HUAC, and named names. He got back to working in the U.S. afterwards; the most memorable later effort was The Caine Mutiny.
I could detect no political memes in this film. One bit of prescience, at one point the protagonist Powell is injected with psychotropic drugs and suffers hallucinations, the depictions of which are also campy, given the limited state of movie technology.
I hate movie reviews that preview the plot, so I won’t do it. If you like film noir detective movies, you should like this. One of my favorite courses in college was called “The Tough Guy Novel,” taught by one Peter Manso, who later became a big-time author. We read Raymond Chandler, James M. Cain (The Postman Always Rings Twice, Double Indemnity), Dashiell Hammett, others I don’t recall at the moment. Great stuff.