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Tuesday, March 29, 2022

BAD FOR EACH OTHER (1953)

The heightened-emotion acting so common in ‘50s melodrama, on the razor’s edge between revelatory honesty & neurasthenic hysteria, can all too easily ‘set off’ the popcorn munching yokel in the eighth row, enough to make home viewing a preferable option.* But it'd be hard to blame the guy here, as director Irving Rapper sets the knob to 11 right from the start, leaving him nowhere to go but the faintly ludicrous . . . and not so faintly. Charlton Heston, huffing & puffing at friend & foe, home in 'Coalville’ after ten years & two wars as a military doc, finds himself being vamped by spoiled, rich gal Lizabeth Scott who introduces him to all the right people from the right side of town. Soon, our principled surgeon is pushing placebos on wealthy nabobs while letting old army acquaintance Arthur Franz do real doctoring for chump change at Coalville’s workers’ clinic. If only Heston would close his pocketbook and open his eyes to pretty nurse Dianne Foster, live up to her ideals and his potential. Why, it’d take an explosion in a coal mine to reboot Chuck from Hypo Hypocrisy to Hippocratic Oath. Hmm. Little conviction or effort on this one, with Scott & Rapper on the way down, and Heston on the way up, all wondering how they wound up making a glorified B-pic @ Columbia. And master cinematographer Franz Planer wondering how he jumped from revolutionizing romantic comedy with on-location Neo-Realism shooting techniques in William Wyler’s ROMAN HOLIDAY a couple of months back, to airless, underdressed sets at Columbia Pictures and the eternal struggle of lighting Lizabeth Scott so she doesn’t look like she just got worked over.

SCREWY THOUGHT OF THE DAY: *Not only in bad films, either. Masterpieces from the likes of Minnelli, Sirk & Nick Ray are loaded with character/plot epiphanies that can make Mystery Science Theater Wannabees unload, destroying the mood for everyone. Yet there’s nothing quite like seeing a mint print of SOME CAME RUNNING/’58, WRITTEN ON THE WIND/’56 or BIGGER THAN LIFE/’56 on a huge screen with a sympathetic audience in a packed auditorium.

WATCH THIS, NOT THAT: With about 80% of the plot lifted (if reordered) from A.J. Cronin/King Vidor’s THE CITADEL/’38, might as well try that flawed, but moving original.

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