The Window (1949)

Tommy (Bobby Driscoll, by special arrangement with Walt Disney) sleeps on the fire escape to escape the summer heat, where he witnesses a murder. His parents don’t believe him because he’s a kid, and also because he’s a big fat liar. Well, normally. Things escalate when his murderous neighbors catch wind that he may know something.

Filmed in 1947 and shelved because it was “not worth releasing”, it became a sleeper hit in 1949. RKO had been purchased by a man who knew nothing about business. What was his name again? Oh, yea, Howard Hughes. The Window stretches the Noir definition a bit, with a few of the standard elements missing. Most notably the hard-boiled protagonist is played by an imaginative ten year old. Let’s talk about little Bobby Driscoll, shall we?

A talented child actor, he was awarded the outstanding juvenile Oscar for 1949. Similar acclaim came for his roles in Song of the South, Treasure Island, and a whole host of films I’ve never seen. And he was quite good here, even if I found myself occasionally rooting for the baddies. But sadly for Bobby, tragedy struck. Did I say tragedy? I meant puberty. Puberty struck. His voice changed and his drug troubles followed him wherever he went. Washed up by 30, dead at 31.

An interesting side effect of the film is watching how ten year old kids behaved in post-war America. Not just sleeping on fire escapes but playing in abandoned buildings and being locked in their bedroom while the parents went to work. This I’m sure rang true back then but would be strange in my youth, and completely alien to kids today. Now they lock themselves in their bedrooms.

The Window is a well made, well paced film. Despite the child protagonist, it isn’t just a kids movie. I might quibble with the ending, but all in all it’s a pretty good watch. AMRU 3.5.