Posts Tagged ‘Dark Passage’

On Oscar night, our happiness and delight for the winners vanish in comparison to the rage that we feel for those who went home with only a magnificent career and millions of dollars in the bank, but no award. We are only a few years away from what I predict will be called Participation Oscars being awarded to all who show up, so let us relish these last few years of cutthroat competition, boycotts, and fashion victims (shout-out to Miss Rivers).

Before they eliminate the barroom brawls of Oscar rivalries, perhaps we’ll see a few more categories added to the list, and therefore I propose an Academy Award for Best Movie Line. Below we remember a few of our favorites from movies that took home nothing more than a program on Oscar night . . . but don’t let’s ask for the moon; we have the stars.

 

AnnaChr“You was going on as if one of you had to own me. But, nobody owns me, see; excepting myself. I’ll do what I please and no man, I don’t give a darn who he is, can tell me what to do. I haven’t asked either of you for a living. I’ll make it myself, one way or another. I am my own boss. So put that in your pipe and smoke it!” – Anna, Anna Christie (1930)

 

 

PublicEn“There you go with that wishin’ stuff again. I wish you was a wishing well. So that I could tie a bucket to ya and sink ya.” – Tom Powers, The Public Enemy (1931)

 

 

KlondikeAnn“When I’m caught between two evils, I generally like to take the one I never tried.” – Rose Carlton, Klondike Annie (1936)

 

 

DarkPass“You know, it’s wonderful when guys like you lose out. Makes guys like me think maybe we got a chance in this world.” – Vincent Parry, Dark Passage (1947)

 

 

TheRose“So what do you do when he comes home with the smell of another woman on him? Do you say, ‘Oh honey, let me open up my lovin’ arms and my lovin’ legs. Dive right in, baby, the water is fine?’ Is that what you say, girls? Or do you say, ‘Fuck this shit! I’ve had enough of you, you asshole! Pack your bags. I’m putting on my little waitress cap and my fancy high-heeled shoes, I’m gonna go find me a real man, a good man, a true man. A man to love me for sure.’ ” Mary Rose Foster, The Rose (1979)

 

 

NinetoFive“If you ever say another word about me or make another indecent proposal, I’m gonna get that gun of mine, and I’m gonna change you from a rooster to a hen with one shot!” – Doralee Rhodes, Nine to Five (1980)

 

 

Clue“Husbands should be like Kleenex: soft, strong, and disposable.” – Mrs. White, Clue (1985)

 

 

Heathers“Come on, it’ll be very. The note’ll give her shower-nozzle masturbation material for weeks.” – Heather Chandler, Heathers (1988)

 

 

LarryF“Now I have a message for all you good, moral, Christian people who are complaining that breasts and vaginas are obscene. Hey, don’t complain to me. Complain to the manufacturer.” – Larry Flynt, The People vs. Larry Flynt (1996)

 

 

“He never spoke up to you, because you would never listen. I never spoke up to you, because I could never get a word in!” – LV, Little Voice (1998)

 

 

MSDTWHU EC005“You could stand there naked with a mattress strapped to your back and still look like a vestal virgin.” – Monica, 200 Cigarettes (1999)

 

 

Devil1“Is there some reason that my coffee isn’t here? Has she died or something?” – Miranda Priestly, The Devil Wears Prada (2006)

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“Poor Bogie.” Those were my first thoughts on that gloomy Tuesday afternoon when the Hollywood sign must have lost its balance, if just for a moment. The great Lauren Bacall has died at the age of 89, and despite my love for and devotion to this hypnotic talent and beauty of a woman, I felt immediate heartache for her husband, who died 57 years ago. My benevolent concern for Mr. Humphrey Bogart and his new status as a widower was momentary, and as I realized Bogie was probably okay with the situation, I was able to smile on an afternoon when, frankly, I feared I was about to break my “no crying at work” rule. I’ve trained myself pretty well – the dam was up and held steadily as I gathered together my meager belongings and took off a few minutes early to . . . oh, I don’t know . . . bake a cake for Bogart. I had some leftover matzo ball soup in the fridge that’s always better the next day; maybe he would enjoy that.

A dinner night with me is a surefire way to go home with at least one old movie recommendation. I’m delighted when the next dinner comes around and friends admit to me that they never knew so many lines came from Casablanca (1942). Other text messages arrive during their first viewing of What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? (1962), shocked and disturbed that a black-and-white film could go to such dark and evil levels of the human psyche. Some are tickled more by “As Time Goes By” than by dead rats on a silver platter; others just the opposite, and I’m grateful for all the schmaltzy saps and sickos who invite me to dine with them.

On many a dinner I’ve made the pitch for Dark Passage (1947) as much I have for The Lion in Winter (1968) or All About Eve (1950), but I don’t believe I’ve succeeded yet in making a sale. I remember watching an interview with someone who described Bogie and Bacall’s third movie together as, “not a great film but a good film.” Perhaps one of the first times a movie audience witnessed a woman rescuing a man (who else but Lauren Bacall?), Dark Passage follows the journey of an escaped convict and those who help him on his odyssey out of San Francisco. True, I’m not holding a grudge against the Academy for ignoring this one, and it’s not a film you want to watch with that person in your life who moans “Oh, yeah right!” (you just thought of a name, didn’t you?). But trust me, a classic doesn’t have to be an upturned nose of a “Claaaaassic,” and if DVDs wear out from being overplayed, soon I’ll have to buy a new copy of this one.

A treacherous little filming technique at the time, the first hour of Dark Passage is shot almost completely from Humphrey Bogart’s point of view, allowing us to see Lauren Bacall just as he sees her. His hands become ours, as we light her cigarette from across the table; we hide behind her in an elevator, just a few inches from her face; when we all wake up after hiking the hills and staircases of the San Francisco streets, her masterpiece of a face is the first to come into focus. Here we enjoy Bacall as we always have and always will, but we’re also granted the privilege of seeing her through Bogie’s eyes, and, if only for a moment, loving her with Bogie’s love. As the fog of sadness began to lift last night, Dark Passage became the very cake and soup that I felt Bogie so desperately needed.

Thank you, Betty Perske. Thank you, Lauren Bacall. We’re so grateful that the two of you met.

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If no one wore a hat like Spencer Tracy, I’ll lay down a similar hand cards by saying that no one held a gun like Humphrey Bogart. The first time I saw Dark Passage, I wasn’t sure how much I liked the third film Bogie and Bacall made together. I classified it as many critics had after its release — good, but not great. I can understand their points of view, as some audiences were unhappy with the fact that they did not see Bogie’s face until an hour into the movie. Filmed in what I imagine was venturesome at the time, the first half of Dark Passage is shot almost completely from Bogie’s point of view, possibly affecting those of his critics. I’ve probably seen other Bogie and Bacall films in my life, but this was the first of which I had a clear memory, and although I didn’t know how I felt about it at the time, now it finds its way into my DVD player two or three times a month.

Dark Passage follows Bogie’s Vincent Parry, a convict who escapes from San Quentin in the film’s opening scene. Always willing to lend him a hand, Miss Lauren Bacall, in all her gorgeousness, enters as Irene Jansen, an artist who begins to help Vincent for reasons unknown. She hides him in her apartment, buys him new clothes (including a hat, of course!), and even nurses him back to health after he undergoes plastic surgery. Because the first half is filmed from his point of view, we are truly in Vincent’s head, and although I’m thrilled to see one of my favorite actresses, I don’t trust Miss Bacall right away. What’s more enjoyable than a femme fatale? Very little, I feel, except perhaps a potential femme fatale. “Lie still, hold your breath, cross your fingers” is what she tells him as she smuggles him across the Golden Gate Bridge. What a voice! 

Because we’re experiencing it all through Vincent’s eyes, it’s easy to fall for Bacall along with him. Since I wasn’t quite sure of from where her character’s generosity stems, that element of danger only heightens that thrill reserved specifically for film noir. That glimpse of Irene through Vincent’s eyes also gives us a peek at Bacall through Bogie’s eyes; a bit of that truth of which I’m so fond! At first I wondered what kind of gamble was made when the studio decided on this filming technique. From what I’ve heard, the idea of not seeing Mr. Bogart’s face for half of the film did not thrill Jack Warner of Warner Brothers, but they were too far into filming to turn back. Tagging along in Vincent’s head reminds me of the Choose Your Own Adventure books from good ol’ childhood. The concept of control — mixed with a complete lack of it — draws me into a film that the majority seems to consider pretty mediocre.

Far from mediocre is the always-enjoyable Miss Agnes Moorehead. If that “how do I know that name” light is flashing in your head, just add about a pound of eye makeup to the above photo, and soon you’ll see of my favorite characters (and names) staring back at you. Best remembered as Endora, Samantha’s mother on Bewitched, Miss Moorehead always had that X-factor found only in a handful of actors and actresses. It’s more than just a witchable… sorry, watchable quality; it’s that unspoken effort that goes into making something look so effortless. Madge Rapf, Miss Moorehead’s character in Dark Passage, certainly is not the most likeable of women — she’s that person in your group of friends whom nobody really likes or wants around, and yet somehow she’s always there. You know, the type who wears leopard print but doesn’t have the personality to pull it off, although she’s convinced herself that she does. While her character may not succeed with the leopard print, Miss Moorehead certainly succeeds in pulling off “not pulling it off.” She’s an added bonus to the film, and surely Bogie and Bacall deserve nothing less than stellar from their supporting cast.

To me, Dark Passage is such a “movie.” Watching it is like watching the birth of film clichés, left and right, which I understand may not appeal to some viewers whose eyes roll with little effort. Vincent keeps getting lucky in his unlucky situation, flying under the radar with the help not only of Irene but also with assistance from a plastic surgeon. As soon as he wakes up with his face covered in bandages, we’re finally out of his head and become more of a viewer than a participant. At this point, I feel like I’m now in everyone else’s head, watching Vincent and trying to predict his next move. All I know for sure is that eventually Bogie will point a gun at someone. This movie also treats me to some of my classic film favorites — filmed mostly on location in San Francisco, it has some beautiful scenes of the city and its bridges. One little gem is a “One Way” street sign that is bordered completely with light bulbs. Behind it is a sign for a parking lot that costs 25 cents for the day. And so integral to the plot is Irene’s phonograph, a word that is just as soothing to me as the imagined sound it produces.

Part of me assumed that after riding around in his character’s head for an hour, Bogie would be less intimidating when he finally gets a revolver in his hand. Nope, I should have known better — when that hat and gun team up with that deep voice of his, who wouldn’t feel a bit unnerved? Well, probably not Miss Bette Davis (as reports go from the set of The Petrified Forest), but the rest of us fall victim to an avalanche of emotions when that gun molds itself to Bogie’s hand. Frightened, excited, relieved, worried, and yes indeed, intimidated. Bogie is as confident with that gun as Bacall is when she gives that look of hers, both weapons able to level anything in their paths. But it’s not just the gun, the hat, or the look that draws me happily into the world of Bogie and Bacall. Finding truth within fantasy is a bit easier with an off-screen couple, since the chemistry is almost always there from the opening scene. Bogie, Bacall, and Dark Passage prove this point to me every time.

Some movie couples aren’t always so natural, and sometimes that’s precisely why their film works so well . . .

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