Sony's 2-disc DVD set
Bad Girls of Film Noir Volume 2 picks up where
Volume 1
left off, searching Columbia's program pictures for femme fatales, conniving beauties and
other misunderstood females.
Volume 2 begins with a notable noir from early in the
cycle and then transports us to the much-different atmosphere of the middle fifties, when
movies about women and crime were considered sordid exploitation fare. The featured actresses
include accomplished stars adjusting to leaner work opportunities, to one of the decade's
unheralded blonde bombshells, Cleo Moore.
Made at the height of the noir years, 1946's
Night Editor is formatted to be the
first of a series of "Night Editor" movies, all consisting of stories told over a card table
by the night crew in a newspaper office. No sequels were made using this radio-show format,
but the device was successfully adapted for Jules Dassin's classic noir
The Naked City.
The flashback tale of a guilty detective is solid noir material, but the framing story reduces
it to a wholesome life lesson for a young reporter: extramarital affairs are poison.
Married Detective Tony Cochrane (William Gargan) is parked with his society girlfriend Jill
Merrill (Janis Carter) when they witness the murder of a young woman. Jill prevents Tony from
apprehending the killer, as the scandal will destroy his marriage, and possibly his career.
Tony stands by helplessly while his friends on the force mistakenly arrest an innocent man for
the crime. The detective identifies a bank executive as the guilty party but cannot interest
the DA, who happens to be a personal friend of the accused. Tony then discovers that Jill is
conniving to keep Tony's hands tied in the matter. With the innocent man about to be executed,
Tony will have to do act swiftly to prevent a terrible miscarriage of justice ... for which he
bears full responsibility.
Night Editor is a familiar tale of a policeman compromised by a wicked woman, in this
case the beautiful and irredeemable Jill. Icy blonde Janis Carter is yet another fine noir
actress granted few opportunities to show what she can do. She almost exclusively played
duplicitous women, as in
Framed, I Love Trouble and
The Woman on Pier 13. Jill
Merrill is a skilled manipulator of men. When we see her holding an ice pick near the finale,
we know Tony's in big trouble.
Director Henry Levin generates some interest for Tony Cochrane's dilemma but beefy William
Gargan plays the straying, dull-witted cop as easy prey and not particularly sympathetic.
Burnett Guffey creates attractive images but the low-end Columbia production has a
claustrophobic feel. Yet
Night Editor remains an exemplary slice of noir: Janis
Carter's dead-on classic femme fatale earns the movie a solid B+.
One Girl's Confession (1953) introduces DVD both to the obscure
auteur Hugo Haas
and his most notable leading lady, Cleo Moore. Czech emigré Haas was an accomplished
writer, director and actor who won character parts in Hollywood films before beginning a
strange cycle of sordid dramas about tarnished women and older men, usually played by himself.
Although Haas' micro-budgeted films gained little initial attention beyond critical jabs at
Ms. Moore's limited acting ability, they're due for rediscovery -- even the worst has a worthy
plot twist or two.
Waitress Mary Adams (Cleo Moore) steals $25,000 from her employer, who cheated her father into
an early grave. Although she refuses to give back the money, she serves only three years of
her sentence and takes up a new waitressing job for immigrant gambler Dragomie Damitrof (Hugo
Haas), who soon becomes a good friend. Mary wants to recover her buried loot to help Johnny, a
local fisherman (Glenn Langan) but isn't sure who she should trust. Then Dragomie gambles away
everything he owns, including his café. Mary sends her employer to dig up her money;
when he returns he says he couldn't find it. When Mary sees Dragomie driving a new car and
giving parties in a swank apartment, her only desire is revenge.
One Girl's Confession comes on as an exploitation quickie promising a "hot" performance
by the sexy Moore, who has a habit of showing off her profile in tight sweaters.
Noir
fans will certainly remember Moore as a sultry dame interrogated by Robert Ryan in Nicholas
Ray's classic
On Dangerous Ground. The unhappy blonde is accustomed to being
propositioned:
"Men are all alike, their faces are just different so you can tell them
apart." After a history of betrayal by men of all ages, Mary is a somewhat incompatible
mix of disillusionment and naïveté. Although not the most expressive actress, Cleo
Moore brings cold beauty and a warm smile to the role, and allows her performance to be shaped
by director Haas in a sub-Sternbergian fashion.
Despite some gaping lapses in logic, the show shapes up as a morality tale in miniature, where
even the moral is of no great consequence. Cleo Moore apparently lured enough lonely men into
theaters, to merit her return in a series of Columbia films, including several more by Hugo
Haas.
Cleo Moore is part of the ensemble cast of
Women's Prison, which could be the template
for 101 trashy babes-behind-bars epics to follow. In 1955 the concept was still associated
with the classy Warners drama
Caged. The mostly female cast is comprised of
well-regarded star names, most of whom were probably freelancing after being cut loose by the
crumbling studio system. In keeping with the antiseptic fifties, this brightly lit prison is
clean and staffed with mostly sympathetic matrons. There's nothing wrong with the system, as
the burden of villainy is carried by two bad-apple wardens.
Convicted for manslaughter by automobile, the already traumatized Helene Jensen (Phyllis
Thaxter) becomes hysterical when subjected to the harsh solitary confinement given all new
inmates at the women's prison. Only the intercession of kindly Doctor Crane (Howard Duff)
prevents the sadistic women's warden Amelia van Zandt (Ida Lupino) from punishing Helene
further. The more experienced inmates offer Helene protection: Brenda (Jan Sterling of
Ace
in the Hole), Mae (Cleo Moore) and Joan (Audrey Totter of
Tension). Joan's husband
Glen (Warren Stevens) is incarcerated just across a wall in the same facility, and is
continually looking for excuses to cross to the other side to see her. Van Zandt continues to
abuse the prisoners, and Dr. Crane can't get the do-nothing supervising warden Brock (Barry
Kelley) to do anything about it. Glen's discovery of a way to sneak to the women's side
results in Joan getting pregnant, which pushes van Zandt over the edge. When the inmates learn
that Joan has been severely beaten, a cell block riot breaks out.
Women's Prison is also not a true noir but merely a spicy potboiler about caged women,
where the only real steam comes from the pressing machines in the laundry room. The main
characters are given fairly good dialogue, with saucy Jan Sterling afforded the best lines.
Former MGM wartime sweetheart Phyllis Thaxter is reduced to screaming fits by the warden's
perverted methods. Dr. Crane tells van Zandt to her face that she's a sexually frustrated
psychopath, a scene that carries considerable camp value considering that Ms. Lupino was Mrs.
Duff at the time. In contrast to later exploitation efforts,
Women's Prison has no
lesbian angle and no shower scenes; we instead get celebrity impersonations, and gospel songs
from a group of black inmates led by Juanita Moore.
The impressively produced
Over-Exposed (1956) wrings the most out of a tiny budget and
benefits from a script that gives star Cleo Moore a real character to play. Although burdened
with typical 1950s-era values -- no decent woman prefers a career over marriage -- the movie
shapes up as satisfying entertainment.
Nightclub girl Lily Krenshka (Cleo Moore) is caught in a police raid but avoids being run out
of town when the elderly photographer Max West (Raymond Greenleaf) takes her in. Lily helps
Max kick his drinking habit and uses her B-Girl wiles to help him sell more photos; soon the
studio is on its feet again and Lily has learned the photography trade. Under the new name
Lila Crane, she goes to the big city and meets reporter Russell Bassett (Richard Crenna), who
helps her make a sale or two. Taking a job as a photo girl in a restaurant, Lila works an
angle between a columnist and a gangster to land a lucrative photo girl position at the
fanciest eatery in town. Turning on the charm, she meets people who help make her a famous
name with commercial clients and even a guest spot on a TV show. Lila turns down Russell's
offer of an "honest" position as both his news photographer and his wife -- but gets in a
tight spot with the criminal element that helped kick-start her career.
Over-Exposed is a great showcase for the underappreciated Cleo Moore, as her
tramp-turned slick businesswoman shows her off in several modes -- the hard girl on the
street, the perky model, the successful artist. Lila Crane uses the tricks she learned to
hustle drinks to cajole smiles out of customers and cooperation from rich matrons. Her
experience also comes in handy when negotiating with the powerful and the unscrupulous. Unlike
Mildred Pierce, Lila is only after material success. If she were a man, her
ambitions would be celebrated. The film makes an interesting statement about the economic
liberation of women, at least until the conventional ending.
Although the film lacks impressive visuals and directorial touches, its leading lady is always
attractively photographed. Much maligned as a Marilyn Monroe wanna-be, Ms. Moore is deserving
of her cult status.
Sony's
Bad Girls of Film Noir Volume 2 is another assemblage of pristine-quality
transfers. The two newest B&W films are encoded in enhanced widescreen. Trailers have been
located for every title save
Night Editor. An additional extra is a 1954
Ford
Television Theater show entitled
Remember to Live. Cleo Moore plays to type as a
cheap neighborhood vamp who distracts returning Korean War vet Dane Clark from the wholesome
girl he really belongs with, Barbara Hale.
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Bad Girls of Film Noir, Vol. 2, visit
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by Glenn Erickson
