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August 10, 2019

LADY LUCK (1946)



Directed by the very busy Edwin Marin, this light comedy will probably not elicit a second viewing, especially at a whopping ninety-seven minutes. The film has an unremarkable music score by Leigh Harline to back up an original story by the nearly unknown Herbert Clyde Lewis. Released by RKO Radio Pictures, this low-budget movie does have its humorous moments, thanks to those with comedic chops. The individually brief opening segments are fun, suggesting a screwball comedy. These historical flashbacks concern the ancestors of Frank Morgan, each with their own bad gambling decisions from the eighteenth to the early twentieth centuries. His granddaughter, in all three historical settings, is Barbara Hale. She and Robert Young are good here, but neither is funny by nature. At times, their dialogue only includes potentially funny quips. With all the clichéd anger over misunderstandings between these two, the supporting cast is the film’s saving grace on the comedy front.



It all starts with third-billed Morgan, playing a soft-hearted, gambling-distracted grandfather, a persona not far removed from the great Oz. Further down the cast is James Gleason, again playing a savvy character doling out wisdom or deadpan quips with barely a lip moving. Others help carry the comedic load like rotund Lloyd Corrigan, Don Rice, Harry Davenport and the man with the electric performance, Teddy Hart. Once again, he nearly steals another movie as a two-dollar bettor—and winning—to the slow agony of the room. Hart’s first scene sets up the tedious bulk of the movie, and this is how it happened. 

Young is a professional gambler who has done well, here and there. On the other hand, Morgan gambles habitually. The lovable old coot will bet on anything. Hale hates the odds against his “investments.” Her desire is to keep “Gramps” preoccupied before temptation is acted upon. Young places a horse racing bet with Morgan, which in turn introduces him to Hale. She gambles on him upon their first encounter. Smitten by one moonlit night, Young vows to stop gambling to Hale’s delight and skepticism. Quickly married after only their second screen appearance together, he awaits her return from shopping. Something he will have to get used to. To pass the time, he watches Hart’s timid bets, and to speed things along, volunteers to roll the dice multiple times on his behalf. As if he can control how the dice bounce. He loses Hart’s money. Young continues to gamble only to repay Hart’s deficit. Which he does. Then walks away. Hale sees Young at the table and immaturely jumps to a conclusion. Surely, only Hollywood screenwriters think like this. She refuses to hear Young’s explanation, rather than listen to reason, and takes the easy way out. Divorce. Thus begins the middle of the film, which is a bit too predictable and seems to take a fortnight to get through. By the end of the film, Hale, now a gambling whiz, has a totally new perspective on gambling to Young’s displeasure. But the ending is a positive one, thanks to Morgan and the supporting cast. For a final chuckle, Teddy “beside himself” Hart shows up at the end as a wealthy, “patron saint of gambling.” 

Note: Apparently, Hollywood thinks everyone gambles. I am always lost in gambling—dice or cards—movies. Ironically, both stars did their own personal gambling. Young was nearing his film peak here. 
He was always well-prepared but never possessed the charisma of some of his film colleagues. Still, he did well despite never having a contract with any studio! His perfect fame came in the form of a very successful career on television, however. The very pretty Hale also gambled on television, which paid off nicely, opposite Raymond Burr.

August 2, 2015

THEY WON'T BELIEVE ME (1947)



This RKO Radio Pictures' release is too long, but the first-rate cast helps the moviegoer survive the ninety-five minutes. Most audiences today may find the movie hard to believe as well. The film was directed by the notable Irving Pichel, with John Latimer doing the rickety screenplay. Long-time Alfred Hitchcock associate Joan Harrison produced the film. The British writer would later produce the American television series Alfred Hitchcock Presents.

Robert Young is surprisingly believable as a spineless, philandering scoundrel, equally tender and pathetic. Young’s wife is not as attractive as the other female costars. He realizes this rather quickly. He and Jane Greer have plans, but Young cannot leave his wife’s money. They go their separate ways. Enter Susan Hayward, his second fling, who has a manipulative mind of her own. After sending his wife divorce papers, Young plans to run away with Hayward, but their late-night automobile accident kills her beyond identification. Apparently, they could not find her teeth. Everyone assumes the auto victim was his wife, and Young has the bright idea to play along. This could actually work out. He could kill his wife, and no one would know the difference. But unknown to Young, during the same period, his wife falls to her death at her (former) favorite spot near their vacation ranch. After discovering his wife’s body, he stupidly dumps her in the nearby pond. No one will ever find her floating on the surface. Believe me, the ending may elicit more than a few groans.




The movie is told through flashbacks as Young testifies under oath that he did not kill his wife. True. But his story seems so convoluted and unbelievable, even he finds it hard to believe, and is convinced the jury of his fears will convict him. As the verdict starts to be read, there is a close-up of a screaming courtroom witness. The camera fixes on Young, about to roll (not jump) out the window to certain death. The courtroom police officer pulls his gun and kills him. Nobody is going to commit suicide on his watch! With no brief shot of Young dashing out of his chair, immediately followed by the screaming lady, it is unfortunate editing. Suspended disbelief in full display. By then, every moviegoer knows the ironic verdict.

Note: Many give this film high marks. It would rate higher with me if it were not for the aforementioned implausibilities and its length. A well-acted drama, nonetheless, and worth a viewing. Or a laugh. This film did not work in its era, either. It was a box office disappointment, and I believe Robert Young was not that surprised, considering his one-time-only nasty role.