Saturday, August 4, 2012

The Green Hornet – Chapter 11: Disaster Rides the Rails


OUR STORY SO FAR: Britt Reid (Gordon Jones), battling the crime ring in a mayoralty election, secures evidence that ballot boxes have been “stuffed.”  The “ring” candidate is elected, and The Sentinel demands a court order for a recount.  Monroe (Cy Kendall) hurries his henchmen to seize and destroy the ballots.  But The Green Hornet gets possession of the ballots and starts with them in an armored car to a safe hiding place, pending the court’s order.  Monroe learns of the route taken by the armored car, and at a dangerous curve in the mountain pass…


…the armored vehicle falls fender first into a ravine, prompting the henchmen responsible to do a dance in the end zone.  Okay, that might be a slight exaggeration—but Andrew T. Thug (Ralph Dunn) and his polka-dot tie partner are positively exuberant at seeing the Hornet die in a horrible car wreck.  “That takes care of the Hornet,” crows Andy.  “Now to get those ballots out of the wreck and destroy them!”

Not so fast, my fine feathered henchman!  The buzzing sound of the Black Beauty’s motor can be heard in the distance, as faithful valet Kato (Keye Luke) is tearing up mountain roads to catch up to his boss.  “Scram out of here, quick!” Andy tells his partner, and they quickly become vapor.  Kato pulls up to a process screen just as the Hornet is getting to his feet—suck on that, Regis Toomey!

KATO: You hurt badly?
HORNET: No…those armored cars are built for protection…

Well…perhaps.  But they’re not built for people to drive over a cliff, hoping to walk away without a scratch afterward.  The Hornet and Kato then hear sirens in the distance.

KATO: The police!
HORNET: Good!  They’ll take the ballots in the armored car and keep them until the court order to impound them comes through…

We got a glimpse of the cops driving along the same mountain road destination…but how do the Hornet and Kato know they’re cops?  It could be more of Monroe’s henchmen, driving a car with a fake siren and laughing their asses off at having fooled our heroes.  Still, the Hornet is a gambling man…and his bet pays off, as we witness in these screaming Sentinel headlines:


Naturally, this news does not come as a panacea to criminal kingpin Curtis Monroe…but you’d think with the empire he’s running in that town he could afford to start a rival paper to counteract all that do-gooder Sentinel propaganda.  We find him in his Bradley Building office, along with his loyal lackey, Joe Ogden (Arthur Loft).

MONROE: They’re closing in on us, Ogden…every move we make is blocked by the Green Hornet…
OGDEN: Better get in touch with Max Gregory and tell him to take it easy…if the Hornet discovers he’s sending munitions out of the country, we’ll have the G-men on us as well as the police…and the Hornet!
MONROE: Better get Max on the phone…

Monroe hands Ogden the telephone despite it being next to him because, as we have discussed earlier, Monroe does not sully himself with the menial duties of telephoning subordinates.  (Or he could be a germaphobe.)  As Joe dials Max’s office, there is a dissolve to that very destination…and we are introduced to the actor playing Gregory, Frederick Vogeding (billed in the opening credits as “Fredrik”).  Vogeding, born in Holland in 1887, appeared in several German silent films in the teens before moving to the United States in 1920, where he did a handful of films and then launched a successful stage career.  His return to the movies in 1933 with Below the Sea guaranteed him much work in future films such as Murder on the Blackboard, Charlie Chan at the Olympics, Confessions of a Nazi Spy and So Ends Our Night.  Vogeding’s impenetrable accent in this serial would make even Bela Lugosi say: “You wanna run that by me again?”



GREGORY (answering the phone): Yes…Max Gregory speaking…all right, put him on…
OGDEN (handing the phone to Monroe): Here…
MONROE: Gregory?  You better get that last shipment of munitions off your hands at once…
GREGORY: Young Roberts is making things difficult…I was about to go and see him…perhaps you could suggest some way of putting on pressure…
MONROE: I’ll take care of it…he’s got a warehouse at 39th and Grove, hasn’t he?

We never get an answer to this question because a screen wipe then shows us Britt Reid tooling along metropolitan streets in his merry automobile with his bodyguard and comic relief Michael Axford (Wade Boteler) riding shotgun.



AXFORD: With the new mayor in office, we got the hoodlums on the run…maybe now we can take a little time off and run down the Green Hornet…heh heh heh…
REID: That’s a pretty large order—isn’t it, Michael?  What do you want me to do—give you six months’ vacation with pay or something?
AXFORD: Six months, is it?  Give me six days and I’ll run the spalpeen to end…


Axford becomes distracted by the sound of sirens, and glancing back sees stock footage of fire engines en route to more stock footage of that National Produce Company building ablaze, as mentioned by BBFF Stacia in her current write-up of The Phantom Creeps (Chapter 8: “Trapped in the Flames”).  (This serial also used the same footage when the bad guys were burning down the Lynch Clothing and Dyeing establishment in Chapter 9.)  Reid and Axford pull over to the side of the street to get a better look, and as the stock footage burns on…


REID: That’s one of Roberts’ warehouses!
AXFORD: John Roberts?  The young fella whose brother was killed by the racketeers?
REID: Yeah!

As told in Chapter 7, in case you need a refresher.

AXFORD: Well, do you think the same gang maybe started this fire?
REID: Very likely…you go in there and find out all you can about who did start that fire…I’m going to John’s office…

Back in the write-up for Chapter 7, I wasn’t able to identify the actor who played the part of John Roberts…but new information has come to light, and the role of Johnny is essayed by actor Jerry Marlowe.  For reasons I can’t quite fathom, the IMDb identifies his character’s name as “Bob Stafford”—I don’t where the hell they came up with that.  (Oh, and I do apologize to those of you out there whose faith in the infallibility of the IMDb has been shaken…there was no malice meant, I assure you.  What?  You did not see me with my fingers crossed, you big fibber…) Anyway, let’s eavesdrop on a telephone conversation inside Bob Stafford’s John Roberts’ office.

JOHNNY (on the phone): …you say you’ve got the fire under control?  You don’t know how it started… (Reid enters Roberts’ office while his conversation continues) All right…I’ll have the insurance people come down…thanks… (He hangs up the phone and then looks up) Britt Reid!  Gosh, am I glad to see you!

“Where’s that twenty you owe me, you deadbeat?!!”

REID: Hello, John…I overheard your phone conversation…so that fire did cause you considerable damage…?
JOHNNY: Yes…of course, my insurance will cover the actual loss…but I’ll lose a lot of important customers …and…well…
REID: Spill it!
JOHNNY (angrily getting up from his desk): That fire wasn’t accidental!  Someone’s trying to drive me into line same as they did Charles…
REID: What’s the racket?
JOHNNY: Well, it’s this way: I’ve kept this business up to the standard that Charles set…as you know, we do a lot of shipping by rail and carload lots…well, the other day a fellow came in and demanded that I allow him to ship under my bill of laden…wanted to commandeer my space…
REID: What do you mean?
JOHNNY: Well, if I was sending two cars, he’d take over one…wouldn’t tell me who he was or what he was shipping but he made it clear that I’d have trouble if I refused…
REID: Hmm…so that fire was the result of your refusal?
JOHNNY: I’m sure of it…oh, there’s been a series of smaller attacks—breakdowns of trucks, attacks on my drivers…
REID: You notify the police?
JOHNNY: No…you remember what happened to Charles when he went to the police…

Actually, I do remember…Charles (Kenneth Harlan) went to Britt Reid, not the gendarmes…and someone busted a cap in his ass as a result.  A screen wipe finds us back at Max Gregory’s, where Dean (Walter McGrail), Henchman of the Year for three years running, has entered the office.

GREGORY: Very well done, Dean…this fire will bring young Mr. Roberts to terms…

I didn’t know Henry Fonda was in this serial!  (Look away, Stacia!)

DEAN: I have one more new surprise for him…down at the harbor…then he’ll talk turkey…
GREGORY: Very good…I’ll talk again to Roberts tomorrow…
DEAN: Better not…he knows you, and now might spring something…let me handle it…
GREGORY: All right!

Why do you think they call them “henchmen” in the first place?  Back at Acme Transportation, our heroic newspaper publisher is working on being one step ahead of Max Gregory and his goons.  He’s arranged for ace Sentinel reporter Jasper Jenks (Philip Trent) to hide in Charles Roberts’ former office while brother Johnny raps with the representative who’s planning to come by and discuss his shakedown…


REID: All right, John…you talk to him out here…put Jenks in the other room so he can hear what he has to say…
JOHNNY: I sure appreciate this, Britt…
REID: Well, we’ve got to rid this city of those crooks…see ya later…

There is then a scene dissolve to that same office, with John hanging up the telephone and telling Jenks: “He’s on his way up now…better get inside…”  Jasper goes into the inner office just as Dean makes his entrance.


JOHNNY: What can I do for you?
DEAN (after giving the office the once-over): You’re Roberts, huh?
JOHNNY: That’s right…what do you want?
DEAN: Listen, buddy…you can save yourself a lot of trouble…we made you a proposition which you refused—but in view of what’s happened since…maybe you’ve changed your mind…?
JOHNNY: You mean that you and your crowd were responsible for that warehouse fire?
DEAN: Never mind that…

Oooh!  Missed it by that much…

DEAN: …we’re givin’ you one last chance to come in with us unconditionally…
JOHNNY: Yes…but I’ve got to know what your name is and what you propose to ship…
DEAN: You wanna know too much…

Damn it!  He’s a crafty essobee.  “Look out for trouble,” are his parting words to young Roberts, and he exits the Acme office.  Jenks emerges from his hideout in the inner office, whereupon Johnny informs him: “Careful, Jenks—I think he suspected something.”


He does indeed.  Jenks starts to trail Dean, but Dean is onto him—and says as much once he reaches a waiting automobile whose passengers include Andy the Thug, Corey (Gene Rizzi) and Pete the Coward (John Kelly).  “Sentinel reporter following me,” he tells his buddies.  “Get him.”  And they do just that—when Jenks walks by the car, Andy leaps out from the back to grab Jenks while Corey exits the vehicle from his shotgun position.

JENKS: Hey, what is this—a stick-up?
COREY: Just another scoop for The Sentinel…

He socks Jenks on the jaw…and though Jasper may be a first-rate reporter, he’s a marshmallow when it comes to street fighting; he’s knocked unconscious and Andy pulls him into the back seat of the car.  Corey and Dean then get in and with the rabbit-like Pete at the wheel the automobile pulls away.

It doesn’t look good for Jasper—but fortunately for him, his boss has been watching all this from a few car lengths back; Reid has donned a pair of sunglasses (the future’s so bright, you know) and Kato, who’s at the wheel, is wearing his traditional “I-have-to-chauffeur-the-Hornet-around” gear.  “They got Jenks—step on it!” Reid tells his valet, and the chase is on.

Well, it would be had Kato ignored the rules of the road.  Pausing to stop at a red light like a thoughtful motorist (and not a guy trying to thwart an abduction), the car carrying the kidnapped Jenks pulls ahead of Reid and Kato, and is soon out of sight.



KATO: Sorry, Mr. Britt…I have lost them…
REID: Maybe not…I caught the license number…

Oh, yeah…that will stop those hoodlums from manhandling your star reporter, Britt.  Reid’s kind of got a cavalier attitude about this—maybe he was getting ready for mass staff layoffs and just figures he’s caught a break.  In the villains’ car, Dean compliments Pete on his driving skills and then instructs him to take Jenks to Max Gregory’s office.  “Take him up by the freight elevator in the rear,” he advises his pal.

In Gregory’s office, Max dictates a letter to an assistant…

GREGORY: “…and final negotiations with Roberts are now underway…if all goes well, the shipment of bombs will go forward at once”…that’s all…put it in code, and get it off immediately…
(Buzzing sound)
ASSISTANT: The private door, sir…
GREGORY: That will be Dean…with the report on Roberts…let them in!

Gregory’s assistant goes over to “the private door” and ushers in Dean, Corey, Pete and Andy…who are dragging a bound-and-gagged Jenks with them.

GREGORY: What is this?  What have you got here?
DEAN: Sentinel man…Roberts had him planted to trail me…
GREGORY: What did you bring him up here for?
DEAN: We’d no chance to get rid of him…and…he knows too much to turn him loose…
GREGORY: That means we’ve got to strike at his shipment tonight!  (To Andy and Pete) Throw him in that closet!  I’ll have him taken care of later!

Andy and Pete carry Jenks into the closet like a cord of wood, and then Gregory tells them: “At Clearwater Junction you’ll board a train,” he barks.  “You’ll get your final instructions from Monroe.”  The men exit at the fade-out, and then we are whisked to the palatial penthouse pad of publisher Reid, who is just finishing a phone call with “Thanks for your cooperation.”



KATO: The traffic bureau gave you the name of the owner of the car?  That carried off Mr. Jenks?
REID (as he thumbs through a phone book): Yes…it’s…registered to a Max Gregory… (He pauses as he scans a page): Here it is…311 Gardner Building…

I’m guessing there was no office space available at the Bradley the week Gregory set up shop.  Reid informs Kato that they’re going to pay a visit to the Teutonic Terror…in the guise of the Green Hornet!  You know the drill by now…he suits up, heads out the secret passageway, stock footage of car taking corners on two wheels, yadda yadda yadda.

GREGORY (to his assistant): Take a message in wireless code…”Roberts has again balked…the train…carrying Roberts’ shipment…will be boarded at Clearwater Junction…”

Lots of curves, you bet.  Even more when you get…to the junction.

GREGORY: “…at midnight tonight…Roberts’ cars…and everything behind them…will be uncoupled on the long grade…west of summit”…that’s all…put it into code…
HORNET (entering the office through the window): Never mind the code!  I’ll take it as it is!
ASSISTANT: The Green Hornet!
HORNET: Give it to me!
(The assistant looks at Gregory, who nods assent.  Assistant then removes the paper from his typewriter and hands it to G.H.)
GREGORY: Glad to see you, Hornet…we’ve decided we could make good use of you in our organization…if we can come to terms…
HORNET: I’ll dictate the terms—I’m taking over your organization!  I know all about it!


Inside his closet, Jenks furiously tries to loosen his bonds.  The negotiations continue outside.

GREGORY: But the Green Hornet…might need help…transporting secret munitions…
HORNET: Not from you, Gregory!  All I want are the names of your associates!
GREGORY: All right…you have the upper hand…I guess I have no other choice…


“Except to have my assistant futilely try to restrain you while I fake-hand you a list!”  Yes, Maxie goes for that above gambit…and finds himself on the receiving end of a puff of smoke from the Hornet’s gas gun…


…and shaking the assistant off of him, he gives him a dose as well.  As the Hornet starts to go through the unconscious Gregory’s pockets, Jasp emerges from the closet…and does something hysterically funny: he tries to hit the Hornet with a chair but G.H. manages to duck out of the way in time.  The Hornet then looks at Jenks for a few seconds, as if to say: “And just what did you think you were going to accomplish with that?”

HORNET: Another one, eh?  What’s your connection with this gang?
JENKS: I’m not one of this outfit—I’m after it!  I’m a reporter from The Sentinel…
HORNET: The Sentinel, eh?  That muckraking reform sheet…I suppose you’re after the reward for the capture of the Hornet!
JENKS: Reward or no reward, The Sentinel’s out to get you and the rest of the crooks in this town!  You keep me here—the rest of this gang’s gone out to wreck a train!
HORNET: And blame it on me, eh?  Well, I’ll take care of that—phone the police…these men are wanted for munitions and gun running… (He cautiously circles the room, trying to get to the door) And don’t try to follow me!

“I have a car waiting!”  When the Hornet exits, Jenks does a momentary bit of hesitation as to whether to pursue his story or phone the authorities to mop up the two guys passed out in the office…and phoning the authorities wins.  Meanwhile, the Black Beauty races up those oh-so-familiar mountain roads…but there’s a new twist in the scenario:


Yowsah!  A thunderstorm!  “Faster, Kato,” the Hornet tells his driver, “that storm is getting close!”  And at Clearwater Junction, Corey, Pete and Andy watch stock footage of the same train from Chapter 2—I’ll bet that at the time they filmed two men jumping board the train (Dean and Corey) that they then filmed three men hopping the same freight not too long afterward.  So our three goons are in the caboose, ordering the guys already in there to amscray usterbay “and jump!”  (Might as well jump.)  “Jump forward, you two,” Corey barks at Pete and Andy, “uncouple Roberts’ cars.”  (Where is Dean during all this?  Paperwork back at the Bradley?)


You will notice in the above screen cap, by the way, that both Andy and Pete are attired only in a pair of cheap suits.  I will elaborate on this in a bit, but in the meantime…


….we have a stock shot of the Black Beauty zooming through the hills…only with a little rain superimposed over it…


…and a previously-used shot of the Hornet boarding the train (also from Chapter 2)…only with a little rain superimposed over it.  Movies are magic, mon cher!  But not so magical that they can explain this:


Yes, that’s Andy and Pete running along the top of the train…wearing rain slickers.  Where did they come from?  (Maybe they were concealed in those cheap suits, like Superman’s costume.)

Well, back to our story.  The Hornet has invaded Corey’s space in the caboose (even though the previous shot shows him coming aboard mid-train—he must have doubled back), and the henchman’s creative excuse for his presence on the train is good for a healthy chuckle:

HORNET: Drop that gun and stay where you are!
COREY: The Green Hornet!

It ain’t The Masked Marvel, kiddies.

HORNET: Talk fast!  Who’s on this job with you and where are they?
COREY: What job?  You got me all wrong…I’m just bumming a ride!

“I’m a hobo in a three-piece!”

HORNET: You’re here to wreck this train… (Pointing the gas gun at him) Spill it, or take the consequences!
COREY: No!  Don’t shoot…I’ll talk…the others are up front…

Yes indeedy they are!  And having uncoupled the necessary cars, the jostling in the caboose knocks the Hornet off balance, allowing Corey a slight advantage in their tussle that follows.  (And yes, the Hornet does say “It’s no use—you haven’t a chance!” during the fracas.)

What happens next?  I hear you ask.  Well, because the last two minutes of this chapter descend into an edition of Mostly Dark Theater, it’s mostly just stock footage of a runaway train barreling down the tracks while the Hornet and Corey duke it out in the back of the caboose.  Meanwhile, another train on the tracks stands to smash right into the uncoupled train cars, and a railroad operator struggles to switch the tracks to avoid a collision.  He manages to do so in the nick of time…but the runaway train on which the Hornet and Corey are still conducting their pas de deux goes over an embankment with them inside.  Poorly lit scenes may be the B-director’s best friend, but since they also make for crappy screen captures, we’ll leave it here until next week’s chapter…

Friday, August 3, 2012

Summer Under the Stars Blogathon: Tarzan Takes Manhattan


Frequent visitors to this ‘umble scrap of the blogosphere I call Thrilling Days of Yesteryear know that I am sort of an anomaly in my family because of my passion for classic movies/TV.  My sister Kat derisively refers to my lifelong love as “my black-and-white,” and my father feels the same way: he has been lecturing me since 1976 (the year we finally got a color television) that after whining about my friends getting to watch TV in color and his finally doing something about it, I went back to watching shows and movies in monochrome.  (I suppose he’s got somewhat of a point—he should wear a hat and keep it covered—except that I would have to concede “black-and-white” is a bad thing, and that I simply will not do.)

If I have an ally in my choice of programming, it’s my Mom.  She doesn’t completely share my dedication to the monochromatic arts (she once told me she never cared for The Dick Van Dyke Show or The Twilight Zone…and yesterday she asked me out loud why I insisted on watching The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis on Me-TV) but there are a number of classic films she can number among her favorites.  She positively adores the Universal horror movie franchise: not only the classics like Frankenstein and Dracula and The Wolf Man, but their sequels and spin-offs and such, regardless of how cheesy they might be.  (She’d probably enjoy watching Svengoolie with me on Saturday nights if Sven wasn’t on past her bedtime.)

She’s also a huge fan of the Basil Rathbone-Nigel Bruce Sherlock Holmes movie series.  Many years ago, when I could spend money like a drunken sailor on DVDs, I invested in all of the Sherlock Holmes collections put out by MPI Home Video.  Mom thought they were amazing.  When we left Savannah to move to Athens, and she and Dad moved in with sister Kat while I acquired bachelor quarters of my own, I sort of lost the Holmes DVDs in a “custody battle.”  I regained control of them a Christmas or two back when she agreed to let me have them if I agreed to extend my holiday stay with them at sister Kat’s (my original plan was to head back to my place and record them off TCM), but now they’re back in her hands again…and I think that may have been her plan all along.

Today on TCM’s Summer Under the Stars presentation, the channel is going to present a tribute to Olympian swimmer/actor Johnny Weissmuller with what friend Stacia humorously calls “21 hours of Tarzan movies and three hours of non-Tarzan movies.”  My mother is a sucker for a Tarzan flick.  She’s seen all of the Weissmuller Tarzans, and enjoys the hell out of all of them.  Now, Weissmuller wasn’t the first actor to play Edgar Rice Burroughs’ famous literary creation (that honor belongs to Elmo Lincoln) but he was probably the best known; author Burroughs genuinely liked Weissmuller as the jungle man despite his frustration that the Tarzan of filmdom deviated from his cultured Lord Greystoke by being transformed into a noble savage who spoke pidgin English.

With his first starring film, Tarzan the Ape Man (1932), Weissmuller became a movie sensation and appeared in five additional Tarzan films for M-G-M, with TDOY fave Maureen O’Sullivan as his co-star (playing the role of Jane).  TCM has scheduled the Weissmuller Tarzans in reverse order, beginning with his last ape man appearance in Tarzan and the Mermaids (1948) at 6am, so you won’t get to see the M-G-M Tarzans until 2:30pm today, when one of my favorites in the franchise gets an airing: Tarzan’s New York Adventure (1942).

Tarzan’s New York Adventure certainly isn’t the best film in the series (that would be 1934’s Tarzan and His Mate, a rare example of the sequel being better the original) but I always find myself watching it if it’s on because it’s one of the most unconventional.  Here’s Tarzan 101: you have a guy schooled in the ways of the jungle by its animal inhabitants after he and his parents were marooned in equatorial Africa; his parents end up cashing in their chips, and he’s subsequently adopted by apes.  Tarzan is one of the all-time great rugged individualists; he shuns the trappings of civilization and just wants to do his own thing in the jungle—he doesn’t bother people, and they shouldn’t bother him.  But there’s only so many lions and crocodiles the guy can fight, and only so many evil greedheads out to plunder the jungle for treasure and glory that he can pummel before a feeling of “I’ve seen this all before” sets in.

By the time Adventure premiered on movie screens, Tarzan and Jane (O’Sullivan) had set up light housekeeping in the jungle (they have a cool-looking treehouse and every thing) and to appease the morality police who kept bringing up the uncomfortable fact that the couple was living in sin (aka not married) they adopted a kid in 1939’s Tarzan Finds a Son!—a tyke (Johnny Sheffield) who would answer to “Boy” (my, that’s original), and whose circumstances were similar to Tarzan’s (his parents perish in a plane crash, and as the sole survivor he’s also heir to a gi-normous fortune which figures later in the film).  The character of “Boy” was actually brought in because actress O’Sullivan had planned to call it quits as Jane, and in Son! she was supposed to die from a poisonous spear…but negative reaction to this from preview audiences (and author Burroughs, who wasn’t going to let the Tiffany of film studios croak his creation) prompted M-G-M to pardon Jane at the end of the film (you’ll notice she recovers rather quickly from the wound).  (O’Sullivan also benefited from a nice little salary heft to insure her continued participation.)  The Tarzan family got so adoption happy that in the fifth film, Tarzan’s Secret Treasure (1941), the Tarzans encounter a native boy (Cordell Hickman) who, it is implied at the end of the movie, is also welcomed into the family fold.  (Amusingly, that’s the last you ever hear about the kid.)

So on to New York Adventure.  Tarzan and his fam are enjoying the good life on the “escarpment” when three men—big game hunters Buck Rand (Charles Bickford) and Manchester Mountford (Chill Wills), with pilot Jimmie Shields (Paul Kelly)—touch down in Tarz’s domain by plane, with the intention of capturing lions for a fleabag circus back in the States.  Tarzan doesn’t want them around, and tells them in his own imitable jungle fashion to take a hike…but Rand ignores his request.  Boy, unfamiliar with the whole airplane thing (what Tarzan calls “iron bird”), wants a closer look at Shields’ setup and pays the group a visit the next morning despite Tarzan’s objections.  The men have been instructed to leave that day, but after watching Boy perform various tricks with his elephant pals, both Rand and Mountford get dollar signs in their eyes, knowing they could earn a ton of loot making the kid the star attraction in a circus.

Because Shields isn’t quite as big an asshole as Rand and “Mountie,” he warns Rand he wants no part of their plans to kidnap Boy.  But he doesn’t have much of a choice—the group is attacked by hostile natives, and when Boy gives a shout-out to Tarzan to come save his keister, Tarzan and Jane wind up unconscious on the jungle floor…which the natives have set ablaze.  Thinking that both of them are dead, Shields must reluctantly take Boy along as the safari party beats a hasty retreat via plane from the advancing natives.  Thanks to that lovable chimp scalawag Cheeta, however, Tarzan and Jane are brought to and rescued before being barbecued by the fire.

Cheeta chatters to Tarzan that the men have put the snatch on Boy, so it will be up to Jane and her jungle man to fly to America—specifically New York—to try and locate pilot Shields, who in turn can lead them to their missing son.  It’s a whole new experience for a man who’s spent most of his life swinging from vine to vine, and he’s going to have to depend on Jane’s knowledge of civilization (or “her jungle,” as she puts it) to get the job done.  “We are going into places where men's minds are tangled worse that the worst underbrush in the jungle, and I'm afraid,” Jane explains to Tarzan.  “More afraid than I've ever been in my life.  Everywhere we'll be met with lies and deceit.  Your honesty and directness will only be handicaps.”

Tarzan is ready to put his trust in Jane.  “Jane lead way.  Tarzan follow always.”

Arriving in the Big Apple, Jane and Tarzan are tipped off at the airport that Shields stays at the Gloucester Hotel when he’s in town.  They get little help from the front desk clerk (Hobart Cavanaugh), but a friendly bellhop (George Offerman, Jr.) lets them know that Shields has a girlfriend (Virginia Grey) named Connie Beach who’s a vocalist at a nearby nightclub, the Club Moonbeam.  Beach tells them that Shields attempted to post an immigration bond for Boy when they arrived in New York but that she and Jimmie couldn’t raise the money.  So Boy’s bond was paid by “Colonel” Ralph Sargent (Cy Kendall), the evil owner of a Long Island circus.  Tarzan and Jane attempt to wrest Boy away from the Colonel, but he’s got the kid under wraps…so Jimmie suggests to them that they duke this out in court.

Tarzan and Jane get a sympathetic adjudicator in Judge Abbotson (Russell Hicks), but Rand and Sargent have hired scumbag lawyer Gould Beaton (Charles Lane), who is able to get Jane to admit on the stand that she and Tarzan aren’t technically Boy’s real parents (the whole-real-parents-died-in-a-jungle-plane-crash thing).  It doesn’t look promising for Tarzan and Jane to regain custody of their son, and in anger the ape man goes a little nutso, throwing attorney Beaton into the jury box and threatening to break Rand’s neck.  Jane admits to Tarzan that her ways are not his ways, and that a jungle man’s gotta do what he’s gotta do—so Tarzan leaps out a window and makes like Harold Lloyd on various buildings and structures as hapless cops look on in astonishment.

Tarzan finds his way back to the circus, where Rand and Sargent are already making plans to let out with Boy (they’re going to sell him to a bigger outfit), and in trying to rescue his son is trapped in a net by several circus roustabouts (one of whom is played by the first cinematic Tarzan, Elmo Lincoln) and squirreled away in a cage.  The ape man calls on a number of circus elephants to help him escape, while the remainder of them start rompin’ and stompin’ around the circus grounds, preventing Rand and Sargent from driving off with Boy.  Tarzan is able save Boy in the nick of time, as the car overturns and crashes with the two men (rendered unconscious thanks to Tarz) inside.  Back at court, despite Tarzan’s previous outburst (and also the fact that Tarzan and Jane are not Mr. and Mrs.), kindly Judge Abbotson awards custody to the couple…and plans to pay them a visit soon to get a little fishing in.

The culture clash between Tarzan’s jungle and the unfamiliar “civilization” of NYC provides much of the entertainment in New York Adventure; there are several comedy scenes involving the ape man being fitted for a suit (which is amusing, though the comic relief provided by Asian tailor Willie Fung will make a few folks wince) and his first encounter with indoor plumbing (“Big rain good!”).  My favorite sequences in the film involve Tarzan’s escape from the court and his acrobatics in the urban jungle, which culminates in his being trapped on the Brooklyn Bridge by the gendarmes…and which necessitates his 250-foot plunge into the water below.  (Jane’s reaction to this is priceless; she doesn’t bat an eyelash, knowing Tarzan’s the only guy who could execute a dive like that and live.)

Not to say that New York Adventure doesn’t have its flaws.  I’m no fan of the extended “monkeyshines” courtesy of Cheeta which would take up more of the films’ running time as the Tarzan series progressed (though I did kind of snicker at the monkey’s trashing a hotel room like a rock star)—those stretches can be painfully slow at times.  The villainy is a little on the cartoonish side, and I have a little difficulty buying into Judge Abbotson’s decision to allow the unmarried Tarzan and Jane spirit Boy back to Africa (not that I don’t root for such an outcome—I just don’t think a real judge would rule in such a fashion).  There is also a lot of stereotypical humor common to films of that era; one sequence involves TDOY fave Mantan Moreland (playing the nightclub janitor) having a conversation with the wacky Cheeta that was often snipped for TV showing for understandable reasons.

Still, there is much to enjoy in this movie.  Weissmuller was certainly no Olivier, and yet his reactions to “civilization” (like hearing an operatic soprano on the radio—he thinks she’s sick and that they should contact the witch doctor) are hilarious; I also think the film demonstrates how integral Maureen O’Sullivan was to the franchise because I find her positively luminous as Jane.  O’Sullivan sat out making films for about six years after New York Adventure (she wanted to devote more time to her family) and for the next Tarzan vehicle, R-K-O’s Tarzan Triumphs (1943), they brought in Frances Gifford as the female lead (not playing Jane, but as a member of a lost city conquered by Nazis that Tarzan ends up rescuing), which was sort of amusing in that Gifford played the titular role in the classic serial Jungle Girl (1941), based on another of Edgar Rice Burroughs’ creations.  (“Jane” wouldn’t return to the franchise until 1945’s Tarzan and the Amazons, and was played in the next five Tarzan films by Brenda Joyce.)

The Tarzan series moved to R-K-O in 1943 for six more go-rounds with Weissmuller, then Johnny was replaced by Lex Barker (for Tarzan’s Magic Fountain [1949])…and Weissmuller soon found a home at Columbia starring in the Jungle Jim series (some of which will comprise the other three hours of “non-Tarzan films”).  With the exception of bit parts in Glorifying the American Girl (1929) and Won Ton Ton, the Dog Who Saved Hollywood (1976) plus a starring role in 1946's Swamp Fire (a non-Tarzan/Jungle Jim flick co-starring another Olympic champion, Buster Crabbe), Weissmuller’s film career consisted of three roles: Tarzan, Jungle Jim and himself (he played “Johnny Weissmuller” in the last three Jim features because producer Sam Katzman had already sold the character rights for a TV series).  Not bad for a guy who spent a lot of time in the water…and he’s still a fixture here at the House of Yesteryear—my Mom was up at 6am to get her Tarzan fix.

The preceding essay is Thrilling Days of Yesteryear’s contribution to the Summer Under the Stars Blogathon, currently underway through the month of August and hosted jointly by Sittin’ on a Backyard Fence and ScribeHard on Film.  The two blogs are also having a honkin’ big giveaway to celebrate SUTS, the details for which can be found here.