NIGHT AND THE CITY (1950)

Twentieth Century Fox released this interestingly creepy film noir set in London and directed by Jules Dassin. There are countless reviews of this movie’s involved storyline. Today, in hindsight, most seem to place it higher on a pedestal than I. Most of the characters have few redeeming qualities so I found it an unpleasant story. There is no denying the great cinematography by Max Greene. One would expect nothing less of a film set in foggy London. This is Richard Widmark's film with his co-stars coming in a distant second.

If one had been following Widmark’s career to this point, his role here would not be a surprise. Undoubtedly the standout of the movie, his emotional range is astounding. Whether one liked his characters or not, moviegoers were familiar with his talent. He portrays a slice of humanity living a day-to-day existence. He is a desperate American con artist always planning his next moneymaker, borrowing “investment” money, or lying about his successes. Widmark’s pipe dreams put their trust in untrustworthy people, however, dooming his every venture.

His co-stars turn in creditable performances. Francis Sullivan is an overweight, slimy nightclub owner who has Widmark on a leash to hustle money into his club. One would expect him to expire in this film, either by self-implosion or at the hands of an angry Widmark. His extended hysterical laughter after Widmark tells him of his wrestling scheme is a bit much. However, I imagine it was the director’s way of humiliating Widmark's character even more. Google...um, no...Googie Withers plays Sullivan’s estranged wife with schemes of her own. An underplayed performance by Herbert Lom is of note. As the promotional kingpin of the wrestling world in London, he does not take competition kindly. There are always serious consequences.

Gene Tierney may be the weakest link in the film. She barely exudes an emotion beyond sadness. She sympathetically tries to help Widmark rid himself of his habitual demons. Her character is without fault, unlike his. Opposites do not attract in this case. She could have been easily replaced without skipping a beat. Perhaps with Jane Wyman or Evelyn Keyes.

The final scene with real-life wrestler, Stanislaus Zbyszko (above), takes a back seat to no one. His bout with Mike Mazurki packs a disgusting wallop as both men are intertwined to gain final dominance with bare-chested slaps and grunting. His death from an overworked heart, head cradled in his son's arms, is worth noting. With a face showing the ravages of time in and out of the ring, he gives a fine performance while personifying the film’s dark, unattractive premise.

Note: Hugh Marlowe is once again a supportive third wheel, this time for Tierney and her roller-coaster relationship with Widmark. He is preparing “pasta flambeau” when Tierney, his apartment neighbor, knocks on his door. His scream forces her entry, finding him engulfed in smoke. Judging by Marlowe’s total panic, one would expect him to be surrounded by a consuming fire of eminent death. Taint easy to burn pasta in water. Maybe it was supposed to be humorous but there is no hint of humor in the scene. For me, it simply establishes a weakness in his character...cooking over an oven in a turtleneck is not his thing.