Mildred’s (Joan Crawford) husband is murdered then we see her frame someone. We then learn of her life in flashback. How she struggled and sacrificed to provide for her daughter, and how nothing was ever good enough for the haughty Veda (Ann Blyth).
Approaching 40, Crawford fought for the meaty role that other actresses shied away from. She was only thirteen years older than Blyth but once you are the mother of a teen, you can’t go back to leading lady roles. Fifteen years later Sophia Loren would thwart conventional wisdom with Two Women. Director Michael Curtiz wasn’t keen to work with the notoriously difficult Crawford, and they did butt heads, but would eventually learn to work together.
An unconventional noir, but it has all the elements. Crime, ambiguity, expressionist cinematography, a tight, biting script, and a femme fatale, though we are not initially certain who. But the story is told entirely from Mildred’s point of view. Not a hard bitten detective with a checkered past, but a wife and mother who bakes pies and strives to provide for her daughter.
It’s always nice to see Rydell High’s Eve Arden in a sizable role. Jack Carson made for a wonderfully slimy womanizer. I don’t recall his character from the few other films I’ve seen him in, but I’ll be sure to take notice next time. Seventeen year old Blyth was excellent as the petulant Veda, earning her an Oscar nom.
If I have any criticism of Mildred Pierce is that it felt a little long and talky through the middle, but that may say more about me than the movie. Script, story, and acting, it is solid all the way through. It earned Joan her only Oscar and did for her career what she hoped. And with that, I have reviewed my 700th film. AMRU 4.“Personally, Veda's convinced me that alligators have the right idea. They eat their young.”
Marty (Ernest Borgnine), a middle aged butcher, has given up on finding love, but his mom convinces him to go to a dance hall. It seems that there are tomatoes there. A man there ditches a girl he came with to go off with another, and Marty feels bad for her. They hit it off but he is pressured to brush her off.
The good-natured Marty finds someone he might be happy with but she isn’t pretty enough for his friends, or Italian enough for Ma. Marty touches on loneliness, self worth, and independence. And does so in a very simple and heartwarming manner. We watch young men looking for something to do on a Saturday night that would have resonated with young men in the mid-50’s and the mid-80’s. Today, the same people would stay home, put headgear on, and play online games throughout the night, but that’s just the grumblings of an old man.
Borgnine, of Mermaid Man fame, was mainly a heavy to this point in his career, but the unexpected success of Marty would improve the quality of his roles. Of eight Academy Award nominations, it won four Oscars including best picture and best lead actor. Maybe this is because of the movie’s refreshingly positive tone, or maybe because the for your consideration budget was higher than the actual production budget. Whatever works.
TV’s Jack Klugman had an uncredited role and I was surprised to see Frank Sutton, whom people my age will remember as Sgt. Carter. Oscar winning screenwriter Paddy Chayefsky also got a cameo. I don’t know much about him but film nerds speak his name in hushed voices. Those people, am I right?
Marty is just a pleasant watch. It provides a nice look into a particular slice of life that doesn’t really exist anymore. I don’t know if it was actually the best film of 1955, but I haven’t seen much that was nominated. But then again, Night of the Hunter wasn’t nominated.
“See, dogs like us, we ain't such dogs as we think we are.”
Susan (Ginger Rogers), disillusioned with life in New York City, decides to move back home. Unfortunately, fares have increased and she can no longer afford her ticket. So naturally she dresses as a minor to get a half fare. The train ushers don’t buy it so she hides in the cabin of an Army Major (Ray Milland). He doesn’t doubt her for a second and they strike up a friendship.
Ginger Rogers has a youthful appearance and pulls off the child look to a degree, but it is a big ask of the audience to think that anyone taking a close look would actually believe she is a child. Major Kirby’s fiance sees Sue-Sue without pigtails and get’s the “wrong” idea, only to become convinced once the pigtails return.
Let’s get the big issue out of the way, which is the budding relationship between a 35 year old, engaged Army Major and someone he believes to be under twelve years old. That the viewer knows full well from the beginning that Susan is an adult helps keep the creep factor at bay, aided by the fact that Rogers is simply not believable as a preteen. Also, Billy Wilder’s comedic script keeps the tone light and deftly side-steps problematic notions.
Susan stays with the Major’s fiancee (Rita Johnson, two years younger than Ginger), bunking with her little sister (Diana Hill). Hill’s Lucy not only sees through the ruse but explains in detail why. They live at the cadet training institute that fiance's dad runs and Susan attracts the sometimes toxic attention of the none-the-wiser teenaged cadets.
Longtime screenwriter Wilder was given a chance to direct a Hollywood feature, and the result isn’t bad. It’s not one of his best, but certainly not a misfire. Not as funny or moving as his best work, and I didn’t care for the conclusion, but that’s setting a high bar. AMRU 3.
A man (Jimmy Durante) driving recklessly down a mountain road sails off the cliff. He just went sailing right out there. People from cars that he passed climb down to check out the accident. With his dying moments he tells the group of money buried in a park in Santa Rosa, California, underneath a giant W. I wonder if they can all work together to retrieve the loot? The police take a keen interest.
It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World brings together some of the best comedy talent of the day in an ensemble cast that is unrivaled. Popular TV comics of the day, old Hollywood legends, up and coming talents, and character actors. This level of talent could never happen again.
And if you think I’m exaggerating, the five people who visit the crash site were played by Milton Burl, Sid Caesar, Buddy Hackett, Mickey Rooney, and Jonathan Winters. Waiting in the cars are Ethel Merman, Edie Adams, and Dorothy Provine. Ok, Dorothy isn’t all that famous, but she starred in That Darn Cat! That’s not nothing.
Spencer Tracy is the tired police chief monitoring the people’s movements, and Phil Silvers, Dick Shawn, and Terry-Thomas have large, memorable roles. But a complete list of cameos and character rolls would be impractical, but I will at least to mention Buster Keaton and the Three Stooges (with Joe DeRita). It would almost be easier to list the exceptions.
The film is wall to wall stunts and gags. There were about one hundred stuntmen working in Hollywood at that time and about 80 worked on this film. It was essentially filmed twice: once with the stuntmen dressed as the stars (sometimes in blackface), and again with the stars themselves. When Hackett saw the stunt footage, he asked “What do you need us for?”
It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World is a long film. IMDb says three and a half hours, but my TCM recording was just short of 3. Apparently a couple scenes were cut before the premiere. I remember loving it as a kid before I knew who most of the cast was, and was curious to know how well it held up. Amazingly well, it turns out. I watched until the intermission then finished the film on a second day.
Which begs the question, how many pure comedies have an intermission? I can’t think of another. But Mad World does not drag. It’s a case study on how to use a large ensemble cast properly. Also, how to use stunts effectively. And better yet, the stunts supported the comedy, not just tacked on.
There are too many side stories about the production and potential casting choices to go into here, but Don Rickles was slighted by not being included. When I saw Rickles in concert a few years ago, he mentioned this. AMRU 4.5.