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Film Noir Classics Collection, The: Volume 2 (DVD) (5-Pack)
Hollywood's legendary tough guys and femme ales collide again
in The Film Noir Classic Collection Volume Two. The Collection
includes five smoldering classics, all new to DVD and all
digitally remastered: Born to Kill, Clash By Night, Crossfire,
Dillinger and The Narrow Margin. The movies star film noir icons
Robert Mitchum, Barbara Stanwyck, Robert Ryan, Lawrence Tierney
and Claire Trevor, among others, and feature commentaries from
film historians and directors including Robert Wise on Born To
Kill Peter Bogdanovich, with archival contributions from Fritz
Lang, on Clash By Night; John Milius on Dillinger and William
Friedkin and Richard Fleischer on The Narrow Margin.
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Film noir is such a rich cinematic zone that second-tier
specimens compel nearly as much fascination as the classics. At a
glance, Volume 2 of Warner Bros.' (ever-expanding, we hope) Film
Noir Collection is a distinct step down from Volume 1 (
/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000244F2S/${0} )--inevitable when you've
launched your series with five landmark titles, including three
outright noir masterpieces (The Asphalt Jungle, Crazy, Out of
the Past). But linger beyond that first glance, because the
second set is a flavorful mix of sleazoid iconography (two
vehicles for B-movie bad boy Lawrence Tierney), an offbeat outing
for a major director (Fritz Lang in his Howard Hughes RKO
period), Poverty Row production circumstances that encourage
aggressively peculiar, verging-on-radical filmmaking (the strange
mélange that is Monogram's Dillinger), and two pressure-cooker
suspense pictures that are landmark films in their own right
(Crossfire and The Narrow Margin).
Jean-Luc Godard dedicated Breathless to Monogram Pictures, and
Dillinger (1945) was probably the main reason why. With an
O-nominated script credited to Philip Yordan (abetted by his
friend William Castle, director of Monogram's excellent When
Strangers Marry), Max Nosseck's 60some-minute account of the
Depression-era outlaw's bly improvisatory career is a
hypnotic mix of bargain-basement filmmaking (lotsa stock footage
and minimalist sets), astute ripoff (the rain-and--bomb
robbery sequence from Lang's You Only Live Once), and Brechtian
bravura. The major Hollywood studios had taken a vow of chastity
when it came to glorifying gangsterism; Monogram ignored the
embargo and barreled ahead to unaccustomed popular and critical
success. The storyline actually scants the ultraviolence (no
Bohemia Lodge shootout) and all-star supporting cast (no Pretty
Boy Floyd, no Baby Face Nelson) of Dillinger's real life--likely
a matter of cost-cutting rather than abstemiousness. Newcomer
Lawrence Tierney nails the guy's coldblooded freakiness and
animal magnetism, and the supporting cast includes such éminences
noirs as Marc Lawrence, Eduardo Ciannelli, and Elisha Cook Jr.
Producers Maurice and Frank King would make Crazy four years
later.
Born to Kill (1947) is the second helping of Tierney, playing a
psychotic drifter who's irresistible to women ("His eyes run up
and down ya like a searchlight!" breathes housemaid Ellen Colby,
just about the only female he doesn't bother targeting). A number
of people end up dead by his hand, but the kicker is that he
crosses paths with a woman--socialite-divorcee Claire
Trevor--just as heartless as he, and even more treacherous. The
script makes less sense with each passing reel, but there are
ripe character turns by Walter Slezak, as a philosophical private
eye who operates out of a diner; Elisha Cook Jr., as Tierney's
more level-headed partner; and Esther Howard, as a hard-bitten
old bat who flirts with Cook in a nightmarish nocturnal wasteland
outside San Francisco.
Three Roberts--Young, Mitchum, and Ryan--costar in Crossfire
(1947), one of only a handful of noirs to be sanctified with
Academy Award nominations: best picture, director Edward Dmytryk,
screenwriter John Paxton, and supporting players Ryan and Gloria
Grahame. The film unreels during a single sweaty, post-WWII night
when one among a squad of GIs on leave in Washington, D.C.,
murders a nice Jewish man (Sam Levene) because he doesn't like
"his kind." The audience knows who's guilty before the cops do,
and Ryan's portrayal of the bigot will make the hair on your neck
rise. detective Robert Young plays with his pipe too much
and makes one speech too many, but the atmosphere is memorably
taut and surreal.
Robert Ryan may be even ier in Fritz Lang's Clash by Night
(1952), a rare noir without any criminal aspect: all its
bitterness and savagery is emotional, psychological,
and--preeminently--sexual. Barbara Stanwyck, slightly past her
stellar peak but in her prime as an actress, plays a married
woman in a New England fishing town who knows what a bad idea it
is but falls anyway for a vicious, misogynistic movie
projectionist. Sample Clifford Odets dialogue, Stanwyck to Ryan:
"What do you want to do to me? Put your teeth in me? Hurt me?"
Clinching ensues. (All this and Marilyn Monroe, too.)
We've saved the best for last. Narrow Margin (1952) is the kind
of trim, beautifully paced movie people have in mind when asking,
"Why don't they make 'em like that anymore?" Two cops have to
guard a gangster's widow against assassination as she rides the
Golden West Limited er train from Chicago to give evidence
in L.A. Soon there's only one cop (gravel-voiced Charles McGraw,
usually a villain), and he's finding the sharp-tongued widow
(Marie Windsor) as obnoxious as she is endangered. Nothing goes
quite as you'd expect in this exemplary train thriller, which
rattles and rocks toward its destination without a music track or
a wasted moment. --Richard T. Jameson