The following essay is Thrilling Days of Yesteryear’s
contribution to Power-Mad,
a blogathon celebrating the centennial birthday of
actor Tyrone Power and hosted by The Lady Eve at The Lady Eve’s Reel Life and
Patti at They Don’t Make
‘Em Like They Used To.
For a list of
the participating blogs and topics discussed, click here. (Warning: I give away the ending to this
remarkable film…so on the off-chance you’ve not yet seen it you might want to
wait until you have before reading.)
Here at
Thrilling Days
of Yesteryear, I’ve joked in the past about a creation of mine I call The
Blind Squirrel Theory of Film™; it states that no matter how much animosity I
possess toward a particular classic film performer, I can usually find
something they were in that allows me to say in complete honesty, “I liked him
(or her) in that.”
For example—I’m on
record as often referring to a certain revered child actress on the blog as
She Who Must Not Be Named…but I
thought she gave a great performance in
Our
Vines Have Tender Grapes (1945).
On
the male side of the coin, I thought Mickey Rooney (my other
bête noire when it comes to kiddie
thesps) did phenomenal work in
Requiem
for a Heavyweight (1962).
(The
theory was inspired by the old maxim “Even a blind squirrel finds a nut now and
then.”)
The same theorem can be applied to the man whose centennial
birthday we’re observing with today’s blogathon…although to be honest, I’m a
bit more charitable when it comes to Tyrone Power in that I can think of more
than one movie he graced that I like—
Jesse James (1939),
The Mark of Zorro (1940),
Rawhide (1951) and
Witness for the Prosecution (1957) to
name a few examples.
But the one film of
Power’s that I can sit down with over and over again is a cult noir classic
that the actor had to fight his boss, 20th Century-Fox’s Darryl F. Zanuck, to
make.
In 1946, author William Lindsay
Gresham published a best seller that showed readers the seamy side of the human
condition with a sordid tale about carnival hustlers…and in 1947, it reached
motion picture screens:
Nightmare Alley.
Con man Stanton Carlisle (Power) is working as a barker in a
traveling carnival, alongside a phony mystic named Mademoiselle Zeena (Joan
Blondell) and her besotted husband Pete (Ian Keith).
Zeena and Pete were once the toast of
vaudeville with a boffo mindreading act that relied heavily on a
words-and-numbers code…but the couple’s fortunes have since fallen, because
Pete climbed into a bottle and pulled the stopper in after him years ago due to
one of his wife’s indiscretions.
Zeena is
still supportive of Pete, and believes that she could raise enough scratch to
send Pete to detox by selling their code (what she calls their “nest egg”), but
Stanton quickly has other ideas.
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| One of the interesting visual touches in Alley: as Stan Carlisle (Tyrone Power) whistles a happy tune, the word "geek" appears above him on the tent...foreshadowing his life station by the end of the film. |
While playing a town in Texas, Stan purchases a quart of
moonshine from a fellow carny and after taking a few swallows, hides it in a prop
trunk when he spots Pete knocking on the carny’s trailer door in search of booze.
Stan takes pity on Pete’s condition (Zeena
has cut down his intake considerably), and hands him the ‘shine from the
trunk…only to discover to his horror that he accidentally gave Pete a bottle of
wood alcohol Zeena used in the act when the carnival folk find Pete dead as a
doornail the next morning.
Zeena is then
forced to keep the act going with Carlisle replacing Pete, and she teaches him
the code that the couple used so successfully in vaudeville.
Carlisle has ambitions beyond the popcorn-and-sawdust circuit,
however.
To stave off any romantic
notions that Zeena might have, Stan learns the code alongside a young carnival performer
named Molly (Coleen Gray), with whom he’s flirted in the past.
This arrangement does not sit well with her
protector, Bruno (Mike Mazurki)…and when it’s learned by Zeena, Bruno and the
other carnies that Stan has had his way with Molly, they force the two lovers
into a shotgun marriage.
This doesn’t
turn out to be as bad as Carlisle had anticipated; the couple soon find
themselves playing swanky Chicago nightclubs in a mindreading act that bills
Stan as “The Great Stanton.”
It is
during a performance that Carlisle crosses paths with a psychiatrist named
Lilith Ritter (Helen Walker), whose recordings made of patients seeking help
will prove an invaluable asset to Stan’s unquenchable ambition.
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| The light patterns from the window in Lilith's (Walker) office form a spider web...with the good doctor in the role of black widow (seen here with patient Julia Dean). |
With Lilith’s help, Stan cons a nightclub patron (Julia Dean)
into believing he can communicate with the dead…and his scam proves so
convincing that a millionaire named Ezra Grindle (Taylor Holmes) soon becomes Stan’s
patron—with a big payoff guaranteed if Carlisle can conjure up the spirit of
Grindle’s deceased love.
Stan will need
Molly to pose as the dead woman, but she’s starting to have second thoughts
about the direction their lives is taking…it was fine when it was just show
business, but she considers Stanton’s claims of communicating with spirits to
be blasphemy.
She reluctantly goes along
with the scheme…until she has a change of heart at the sight of Grindle begging
The Almighty for forgiveness.
With
Stan’s racket exposed, he and Molly will need to take a fast train out of the
Windy City at their earliest opportunity.
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| I can smell the corn dogs and funnel cake from here. |
Stan asks Molly to wait for him at the station while he
collects money that he left for safekeeping with Dr. Ritter.
The con man learns that he himself has been bamboozled—and
when he returns to Lilith’s to demand what’s his she proves herself to be every
bit his equal, threatening to reveal to the authorities the circumstances
behind Pete’s demise (the details of which she surreptitiously recorded one
night as Carlisle was unburdening his troubles on her).
Stan gives Molly what little money he has as
the train pulls out of the station without him.
Carlisle descends into alcoholism, and winds up destitute at
a carnival whose manager (Roy Roberts) has the perfect job for him: performing
as “the geek.”
Asked if he’s up to the
task, he drunkenly slurs “Mister…I was made for it.”
And so our anti-hero embarks on a life of biting
the heads of chickens in exchange for a bottle a day and a warm place to
sleep.
Nightmare Alley ends on a small note of redemption when Molly
discovers the true identity of the new “geek” and, consoling her husband, vows
to nurse him back to health.
One of the grimmest entries in all of film noir, Alley was adapted from an out-of-the-box
best seller from the aforementioned William Lindsay Gresham, who was inspired
to write the novel from conversations he had with an ex-carnival worker while
the two fought for the Loyalist cause in the Spanish Civil War. Gresham later pounded out Alley while working as an editor for a
NYC magazine; like his protagonist Stanton Carlisle, the book represented his
one big chance to grab the brass ring—but he was never able to follow up its
initial success and ended up overdosing on pills in a hotel in 1962…the very
same hotel in which he once worked on Nightmare
Alley.
Alley provided the
grist for what is truly one of the grimmest entries in the film noir style.
Its seedy carnival show business milieu
offers an ironic commentary on the country’s malaise after World War II.
The main character, while receiving a little
Hollywood redemption at the end of the film (though it’s not hard to imagine
he’ll wind up in the same fate as the alcoholic Pete), shares many facets of
what we would recognize as sociopathic behavior; Stanton Carlisle uses his
glib, superficial charm and knack for manipulation to swindle “marks” and inch
closer and closer to meeting his lofty goals.
Though he does romance a trio of women throughout the film, his
relationships often seem to be means to an end—any compassion or emotion seems
feigned and insincere.
Furthermore, he
doesn’t seem to exhibit any remorse or guilt for his pathological lying; Carlisle’s
background is pockmarked with a history of juvenile delinquency and other misbehavior
from an early age.
The fascinating aspect of
Nightmare Alley is that despite the caddishness on full display from
Stanton Carlisle, he’s a piker compared to femme fatale Dr. Lilith Ritter,
who’s truly a piece of work (she reminds me of that line from
Out of the Past, “just a bit cold
around the heart”).
It’s interesting to
note that while we expect the carnival people to be a bit on the dishonest side
(they have sort of acquired that reputation); they do adhere to some semblance
of a moral code (they pledge to Zeena that they’ll keep Pete away from the
booze…and also insist on the marriage of Stan and Molly) whereas the wealthy,
respectable Ritter has thrown away the rule book and eventually brings about
the downfall of Stanton with her wonderfully wicked amorality.
As the icy cold Lilith Ritter, Helen Walker
would have the greatest role of her tragically short career…and later made
return trips to Noir City in vehicles like
Call
Northside 777 and
The Big Combo.
The other themes addressed in the film involve spirituality
and religion; Stan and Zeena play on the primal fears of the unknown of the
various rubes that attend their carnival performances…yet Zeena fervently
believes in the power of her Tarot cards (which predict the demise of Pete…and
how Stan will eventually follow in his footsteps).
Joan Blondell made her reputation at the
Warner Brothers studio in the 1930s gracing Depression-era musicals and racy
pre-Codes…but because age comes to us all, her career in the 1940s took the
character actress exit ramp and she started getting good notices for mature
turns in
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
and
Alley—which I think showcases
Joan at her finest.
It is hinted that Carlisle might actually exhibit a small
amount of psychic ability (I personally chalk it up to an intuitive talent that
some sociopaths are known to possess) despite his conviction that it’s nothing
but bunk.
Unbothered at first by using
all this as a means to obtain a fast buck, Molly later experiences a crisis of
conscience…she’s convinced that her husband is trespassing in God’s domain and
that he risks being struck dead on the spot. Up-and-comer Coleen Gray plays the sweetly
supportive Molly; Gray would use this film as a stepping stone (as well as the
same year’s
Kiss of Death) for later
noirs like
Kansas City Confidential
and
The Killing.
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| Shocking. Positively shocking. |
Another noir icon in the form of former athlete Mike Mazurki
is on hand in
Alley; playing the
menacing Bruno, Mazurki’s best known as the hulking Moose Malloy from the
hard-boiled classic
Murder, My Sweet…but
in addition, he made unforgettable impressions in
Night and the City and
Dark
City.
Character favorites Ian Keith
and Taylor Holmes also do excellent work, plus there are plenty of
TDOY faves such as Oliver Blake, George
Chandler, Emmett Lynn (as the hobos who make Carlisle’s acquaintance toward the
end), Harry Cheshire, Julia Dean, Roy Roberts, Gene Roth (as a masseuse!) and
Marjorie Wood (OTR announcer John Wald can also be heard plying his trade).
But
Nightmare Alley
is Tyrone Power’s show all the way—Ty was never better as a hustler whose reach
clearly exceeds his grasp.
Upon his
discharge from the U.S. Marines in January of 1946, First Lieutenant Power was
anxious to start making films again; his last movie was 1943’s
Crash Dive, and Ty wanted very much to
shake off that romantic, swashbuckling image that marked many of his earlier
vehicles by seeking out the types of more mature roles he had played on stage.
His first post-War production was
The Razor’s Edge, based on the 1944
novel by W. Somerset Maugham, which wound up being nominated for four Academy
Awards (winning one for Anne Baxter as Best Supporting Actress).
Ty then moved onto his next project; he
purchased the rights to Gresham’s
Alley
for $60,000 and was determined to bring the book to the silver screen over the
objections of Fox studio head Zanuck.
The actor was able to use his pull in the industry to bring the movie to
light…and despite his reservations, Zanuck awarded what would normally be
B-movie material the production values of an A-film…even going so far as
constructing a full working carnival (complete with 100 sideshow attractions
and plenty of extras) on ten acres of Fox’s backlot to make the proceedings
“realistic.”
Director Edmund Goulding—who had been at the helm of Power’s
previous
Razor’s Edge and whose
cinematic oeuvre included
Grand Hotel
and
Dark Victory—was picked to ride
herd on a film produced by, of all people, “Toastmaster General” George
Jessel.
(“Georgie” had been producing
many of Fox’s splashy Technicolor musicals since the mid-40s.)
Jules Furthman, an expert at scripting films
with complicated, labyrinthine plots (hello
Big Sleep!), adapted Gresham’s book and did an expert job…even
though he did have to tack on a more optimistic ending at Zanuck’s
request.
With breathtaking
cinematography courtesy of Lee Garmes (and special photography effects from
Fred Sersen), the result was a gorgeous-looking “A” picture containing
non-mainstream elements like geeks, dipsomaniacs and premarital sex…which does
not result in negative consequences, oddly enough.
One can only imagine if Darryl F. Zanuck had a “told you so”
dance in his holster;
Nightmare Alley
did dismal box office and D.F.Z. eventually pulled the film without giving a
re-release a second thought.
Those critics
that did see the film, however, gave Tyrone Power some of the best notices of
his career…and with
Alley, the actor
demonstrated to naysayers (myself included) that he was more than just a pretty
face.
From the time I read Danny Peary’s
essay on this essential film noir in the movie buff’s bible,
Cult Movies,
I sought out
Nightmare Alley with a
fervor and passion unparalleled in the annals of film aficionado-dom.
This was before the wonders of the Internets;
I finally tracked it down one Saturday morning on Cinemax (the cable channel
used to have a regular feature then entitled “Not Available on Home Video”) and
later got a repeat showing via the glory days of American Movie Classics, when
it was featured in a film noir festival.
For a time, television was the only readily accessible way to see
Alley; sticky legal complications
between the Jessel estate and other involved parties kept the movie out of the
VHS racks for a number of years but in June of 2005 it was finally released on
DVD.
I’ve enjoyed the movie countless
times since then.
Mister…I was made for
it.
