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DVD Screenings: From Paul Muni To John Wayne

DVD Screenings: From Paul Muni To John Wayne

I’ve been catching up with a variety of recent DVD releases,
exploring a wide variety of films, including Howard Hawks’ Red River, Joseph Losey’s Stranger
on the Prowl
, and a World War II oddity called The Boy from Stalingrad. Red
is a bona fide classic that’s been given the care and attention it
deserves by the Criterion Collection. Its new Blu-ray/DVD combo set is packed
with bonus features and even includes a reprint of the movie’s source material,
a short novel by Borden Chase that first appeared in serialized magazine form. It’s
well worth reading, not only for the author’s lusty prose but to compare the
changes Hawks and his writers made in their screenplay, including the
controversial conclusion. There’s more good reading in the Criterion booklet: a
thoughtful and erudite essay by Geoffrey O’Brien and a fascinating interview
with Hawks’ longtime editor Christian Nyby.

Red River exists
in two versions, which has caused no little confusion and debate over the
years: a 133-minute print in which transitions are marked by pages in a book,
and a 125 minute print which features narration by Walter Brennan’s character. Both
editions appear in their entirety in this Criterion release. The confusion is
(or should be) put to rest by Peter Bogdanovich’s early 1960s interview with
the filmmaker, who explains that the “book” version was a preview print that he
rejected. Hawks feels the narration brings us closer to his characters and
tightens the pace of the picture. The only advantage of that print is that it
features the climactic shootout as he originally intended it, before a lawsuit
by Howard Hughes forced editor Nyby to trim it, to its detriment. Hughes’
rightly felt it too closely resembled the ending of the earlier Hughes-Hawks
collaboration, The Outlaw.

Finale aside—and even Hawks admits that it’s an imperfect
conclusion—Red River is a majestic
and magnificent film. From its opening scene of Coleen Gray proclaiming her
strength as a woman to John Wayne—not a typical sentiment in a 1940s Hollywood
movie—to the vivid depiction of a cattle drive and a deadly stampede, this is cinematic
storytelling at its best. Hearing the director speak about it is a particular treat,
even if he is reluctant to share credit for any of the picture’s attributes. Having
just read Scott Eyman’s excellent new biography of Wayne, it’s astonishing to
think that critics and audiences could watch this dark, daring performance and
still think of Wayne as merely a “personality.” I enjoyed all the Criterion
bonus features, especially the interviews with Bogdanovich and Molly Haskell.


Stranger on the Prowl
(1953) is the latest nugget to come from Olive Films, unearthed from the Paramount
archives (which includes the Republic Pictures library as well as miscellaneous
titles acquired over the years by NTA). Never afforded an extensive U.S.
release, this Italian-made feature gave Paul Muni his first movie role since
1946 and was produced in the long shadow of the Communist blacklist by two then
recent Hollywood refugees: screenwriter Ben Barzman and director Joseph Losey.
(In her vivid memoir, The Red and the
, the writer’s widow Norma Barzman describes how director Edward
Dmytryk’s testimony before the House Un-American Activities Committee in Los
Angeles almost torpedoed the film: contracts were signed for this and another
project with an Italian financier just before Dmytryk’s naming of Barzman and
Losey as Communists became public knowledge. When the picture was given a
desultory U.S. release, after a year’s delay, their names were replaced with
Italian pseudonyms.)

A minor film, Stranger
on the Prowl
is still interesting to watch, as it adopts the style of
Italian neo-realism to tell a simple story. Its major shortcoming is the underwritten
leading character, a sullen drifter played by Muni who develops a bond with a
poor boy who has stolen a bottle of milk. It’s a bit unsettling to hear all the
earthy Italian characters speaking English—which, apparently, the actors
learned phonetically—but Losey’s expert use of locations in Leghorn and Pisa
and the fluid camerawork, by Henri Alekan, give it a striking immediacy. Originally
titled Milk Bottle, Muni acknowledged
the film’s indebtedness to earlier (and superior) Italian films by jokingly
referring to it as The Milk Bottle Thief.


Sony Pictures Choice Collection, available through Warner Archives, is
another source of rare and unusual titles from decades past. The Boy from Stalingrad (1943) is all but
unknown today, which piqued my curiosity. While it’s not a major discovery, it is a provocative time-capsule piece from
World War II, when Russia was our ally. This simple B movie focuses on a band
of youngsters who have been left to fend for themselves in a burnt-out village
as Nazis advance toward them. Forced to assume adult responsibilities, the
children rise to the task: the stakes are high, and there is death in the air.

The script never rises above the level of a propagandistic B
movie, and its young actors do their best with often-awkward dialogue (“All
right, the house is gone, my father’s gone and all of my family. But not
Russia, is it?”). As if to aid provincial American audiences, the characters
repeatedly and insistently repeat each other’s “foreign” names (Kolya, Grisha,
Pavel, Nadya). Still, it’s unusual to find a film that doesn’t make light of
children’s courage and resourcefulness in time of war. The screenplay by
Ferdinand Reyher is based on a story by Robert Arden and Robert Lee Johnson,
and the film was capably directed by Sidney Salkow, the prolific B-movie and television
director who attended Columbia University and Harvard Law School! Of the cast,
the most familiar actors are Scotty Beckett, the former Our Gang member who had a prolific career through the early 1950s,
and Conrad Binyon, who was active on radio and television as well as films,

I just spoke to Binyon, who was 12 when he appeared in the
film. He has vivid memories of making it, but they have less to do with its content
than with the particulars of its production. He did his own singing but had to
pretend to play the guitar, which his character does throughout the story. One
day a Russian official came to the set to pose for a publicity photo but
wouldn’t appear alongside the actor portraying 
a Nazi officer! He also remembers that director Salkow was in the Marine
Corps at the time of production and came to work every day in his uniform. Years
later he caught up with Salkow when the director was teaching filmmaking at Cal
State Northridge. (He teasingly asked if Salkow would have used him again had
he not become a full-time pilot and the director said yes.) He has only
positive memories of Scotty Beckett, with whom he also worked in Good Luck, Mr. Yates the same year—and
has no inkling that he would wind up a drug addict.

Apparently the movie was too minor to cause the same kind of
awkwardness as other pro-Soviet films of that period (Mission to Moscow, Song of Russia, The North Star) when Congress
launched its Communist witch-hunt in the late 1940s. It rates a small footnote
in the history of Hollywood during World War II, and I’m glad I got to see it.



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