Here
is a sixty-one-minute visual slice of Americana. Though
well-acted
and
providing no
lulls, the movie will never be on anyone’s
bucket list.
It makes a better television drama than an MGM movie. Yet it turned a
small, six-figure profit from its minuscule budget. Some suggest this
project is a General Motors self-promotion film. No doubt. What is
more important is Louis Forbes’ opening piano score which sounds
frighteningly like a depressing medical melodrama in which absorbent
facial tissues will be needed. Elsewhere, the score seems lifted from
a typical Fifties or Sixties sitcom with dominating flutes.
It opens with views of an All-American city below, from a
landing DC-3 airliner. The
downtown is a wonderful snapshot of post-war America and its quiet
neighborhoods are tree-lined with white picket fences. No gas-powered
lawnmowers or leaf blowers disrupt the silence. Harley-Davidson
motorcycles are mostly used by patrol officers---all equipped with standard exhaust and not today's personal, noise-polluting after-market units.
Jeffrey
Lynn plays a sore loser and is grumpy most of the time. A two-year Senator who was not re-elected and is quite defensive about his loss. Lynn inherits the senior editor position of the
town’s newspaper and plans to use this platform for political gain.
Shame. Shame. The parallels to today are obvious as Lynn starts
spreading fake news about the evils of big corporations and their
profits. Apparently not coming to terms with the fact that most
people in a business set out to make a profit. He also attacks one
industry’s dumping of pollutants in the local river system though
the CEO, Donald Crisp, provides evidence their process does nothing
of the kind. Lynn remains selfishly skeptical. His buddy and news
reporter, Alan Hale, Jr., looking particularly handsome and oozing
charm with a big smile, comes to blows with Lynn’s attacks and
personal edginess.
Notes: The humorous scenes centered around Hale's attraction to Marilyn Monroe's savvy character are
delightful thanks to her trademark breathy deadpan delivery.
Another funny scene of camera trickery comes up later. While gazing in Monroe’s direction, without looking, Hale throws his fedora like a
Frisbee behind him, across the editing room, where it lands properly
on a female colleague’s head. I suspect no viewer saw that coming.
It would seem every poster then and today's DVDs gives the false impression the
nearly unknown Monroe is a major character. One might think she is the hometown story. Far from it, her scenes total about four minutes in this, her third film spot. Ray Teal had
nearly as much screen time but he was not even credited. Admittedly,
Teal's sweaters do not fit quite the same. And there was something
about his walk. Also uncredited is the familiar face of Hugh Beaumont, feeling quite at home in an idyllic town.
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