Big News (1929).

Review #1882: Big News.

Cast: 

Robert Armstrong (Steve Banks), Carole Lombard (Margaret Banks), Louis Payne (Hensel), Wade Boteler (O'Neill), Charles Sellon (Addison), Sam Hardy (Reno), Tom Kennedy (Ryan), Warner Richmond (District Attorney Phelps), and Helen Ainsworth (Vera, society editor) Directed by Gregory La Cava (#1787 - My Man Godfrey)

Review: 

Remember the good ol' days of directors being tasked to make movies on the quick and low that had a semblance of a plot to go with sound? Well, okay, maybe you are quite familiar with films of the late 1920s that saw plenty of filmmakers try to mold themselves away from the silent era with new output of sound and all the challenges that came with doing so. Gregory La Cava was at least familiar with making a number of films with romantic or comedic interludes before this one, cultivating himself with two-reel comedies before moving into features in the 1920s. and this one that was spearheaded by Pathé Exchange, Inc (the American subsidiary of Pathe-turned independent spinoff that did a number of movies from the 1910s until 1930). The film was based on the play For Two Cents by George S. Brooks, while the adaptation was done by Walter DeLeon, Jack Jungmeyer and Frank Reicher. Strangely enough, the film has a sound gimmick within its plot, because the climax involves a Dictaphone record. Well, that, and a reporter who has to fight alcoholism and a crime ring that wants to frame him for murder...of the boss that just fired him (yea, okay). The film features Carole Lombard, billed as Carol Lombard for the second-to-last time in her career, with this being one of three sound films in 1929. Of course, the real fresh face is Robert Armstrong, who actually had studied law at the University of Washington before becoming an actor while nearing the age of thirty in 1919 and a film actor in 1927. 

Somehow, this just didn't become one of those sound movies that people really remember. Maybe it was just too low budget to really dazzle audiences curious for hearing people talk, or maybe it just was something else (for curiosity, I looked up any contemporary review I could see of this film, and the only one called it a movie that "will make money wherever it is shown" - this was released only a month before the Wall Street crash, incidentally). When it comes to newspaper wisecrackers, The Front Page (released two years later as an adaptation of a Broadway play) probably ends up being one of the first ones you would mention among the early sound features, mostly because of its own snappy dialogue and eclectic timing. Of course, both movies were made before the rigid enforcement of the Production Code, so there's that to consider. Big News is merely just a thing that exists in mediocrity, not exactly writing the wheel on camera movement or snappy newspeak, but it can work out for those who want to spend 75 minutes on something that moves in a straight line. Sure, there are a few moments where it explores the trouble of trying to let go a good bottle, but you probably know where it will go in setting the steps to inevitably laying off the stuff (because hey, this was the 1920s), for better or worse. Armstrong in that sense makes a quality lead to follow, one who can play things with wryness that doesn't aim for straight pity, earning stripes of charm gradually over time for general interest. The newspaper scenes are breezy and worthy in what you might see from banter that doesn't plod too much, and Lombard shows withering devotion that has the bare promise of having screen presence with better material. Hardy plays the heavy with relatively no trouble, while Kennedy and Ainsworth make goofy support. As a whole, the movie looks exactly what you'd see from something with two sets and a climax that is not nearly as built together as it thinks it is (with a haphazard setup that is solved haphazardly) in a confusing muddle of a movie. Watching the movie seems like watching rainwater slowly move down gutters - it might seem nice for a while, but you won't really remember much of it when it passes by. It just doesn't do enough to win out in the end, but at least the main folks got to do more promising things.

Overall, I give it 6 out of 10 stars.

My Man Godfrey.

Review #1787: My Man Godfrey.

Cast: 

William Powell (Godfrey), Carole Lombard (Irene Bullock), Alice Brady (Angelica Bullock), Gail Patrick (Cornelia Bullock), Jean Dixon (Molly), Eugene Pallette (Alexander Bullock), Alan Mowbray (Tommy Gray), Mischa Auer (Carlo), and Pat Flaherty (Mike Flaherty) Directed by Gregory La Cava.

Review: 

Admittedly, this film had been on the waitlist for quite a bit of time. The 1930s were an interesting time to see sound comedies make their way to the big screen with various stars and directors adapting (or not) to growing demands set by an audience that had plenty of interest in having a good time at the theater (of course, there was still room for a few little timely references of the day, but you get the idea). At any rate, it is also a decade that deserves far more coverage besides the usual classics; of course, this film is in of itself considered a worthy classic, considering that it features William Powell and Carole Lombard at their pinnacle in stature to go with a seasoned director with Gregory La Cava (he had agreed to do the film with Powell...and Constance Bennett). Born in 1892, the Pennsylvania native had started his adulthood in animation studios beginning in 1913; in 1922, he moved to Hollywood to do features (specifically comedies, shorts and features). By the time La Cava directed his final film in 1948, he had done over a hundred directorial efforts (with over thirty features), and he had seen five of his films receive notice with Academy Award nominations (with this being one of them); he died at the age of 59 in 1952.

The film is adapted from the 1935 novel 1101 Park Avenue by Eric Hatch. Hatch and Morrie Ryskind wrote the screenplay while Zoë Akins and Robert Presnell Sr served as contributors. As a screwball comedy, it proves quite efficient in its 94-minute run-time with a biting edge and energy from its main actors that makes for a fairly dignified time (perhaps it shouldn't be surprised that a remake would follow in 1957 alongside a Broadway production in 1985). There have been quite a few butler movies over the years, and this one does well with examining its quirky characters and situations without turning into outright farce. It is Powell that draws the most curiosity, in part because of how he manages to handle the screwball aspects with apparent clarity that has good timing and dignity. Of course, Lombard (cast at the request of Powell, who were actually married for a time) is right there to match against him with plenty of grace and charm that draws in her share of laughs, which is generally spent with Powell for interesting moments that all start with trying to one-up a scavenger hunter. Patrick makes a worthy snob to the antics, adept in bite that matches against the two leads well enough. Brady, a veteran actress of the silent and sound eras (who had taken a ten-year break from films to do stage in 1923), makes for a quirky figure among the others, doting but offbeat in all the right ways. Pallette was a noted character presence for hundreds of films in three decades, and he certainly engages well as the straight man to everybody with that distinct voice and timing. The sequence in the first half where Powell is subjected to questions as the "forgotten man" that are closed with him making fun of then is probably the most interesting moment of the film in bite, although there are quite a few more things one could highlight (such as the first scene with him with Pallette and the others together). It has a capable energy to its screwy elements that for the most part sticks the landing by the time it reaches the inevitable closing. The weird status in the public domain (where the film copyright accidentally was left to lapse but the book copyright did not) might make it a useful curiosity to seek out as well, and one will surely be rewarded by what they see here. La Cava and company made a fine film with enough amusement that serves well for itself 85 years later.

Overall, I give it 9 out of 10 stars.

Next Time: Henry V (1944).