Christmas
in July
1940 / 1:07
Tagline: “If you can't sleep at night, it isn't the
coffee - it's the bunk!”
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This comedy is based in the reality of 1940. In its heyday, the radio broadcasting industry didn’t depend so much on selling time for commercials but teamed up with companies to host shows such as The Bing Crosby Show for Chesterfield. They also worked together to sponsor endless contests. The competitions would involve playing games, doing stunts, or writing essays and jingles. Suspense would be carefully built over weeks before the winner was declared. This picture opens satirizing this process and the phony radio gabbers that would stoke it. Franklin Pangborn is cast perfectly as one unctuous voice of the airwaves.
Our hero Jimmy MacDonald (Dick Powell) is a dreamer just like his late father. So Jimmy is an inveterate contest enterer. He figures, though a movie-goer doubts the statistics would bear this out, that every contest loss will double your chances of winning the next one you enter.
Jimmy also takes the popular view that happiness depends on obtaining a pile of money. His girlfriend Betty (Ellen Drew) claims two can live as cheaply as one, to which he replies, “Who wants to live cheaply.” Betty argues you need just enough money to keep worries down to a minimum, since worries are “the only terrible thing about being poor.”
Three practical jokers named Tom, Dick, and Harry trick Jimmy into believing that he has won a $25,000 prize (about $400,000 in today’s money). Zaniness ensues when generous Jimmy spends money that he doesn’t really have. Despite the circus of unbridled consumption that forms around them, somehow Jimmy and Betty, the innocent and honest couple, maintain their values.
The writer and director Preston Sturges observes masses of clerks toiling away at unspecified drudgery. Even distilling his picture down into a mere 60 minutes and change, Sturges doesn't lose a chance to aim smacks at The System and its contradictions. He examines our perennial hope for a better future, especially for and among youth. Young people, argues Betty, simply want a chance to succeed or fail. This hope that a chance still existed took a battering in the 1930s as the Depression went on and on.
But he also wonders if our hopes are at least partly illusory, given our confusion over values due to our own endless struggle with materialism. Our leaders are no better than us when it comes to judging the worth of people and things based on their success or failure on the fickle, spoiled, dumb marketplace. In fact, despite their posturing self-confidence, our leaders may be a sight worse than us when it comes to using the sense Heaven gave them.
The mere appearance of affluence impresses us unduly even though we know nice people are often poor and rotten people are often rich, that blessings rain down on the unworthy and trouble comes to the blameless and harmless. Even work demonstrates the falsity of appearances. The boss says, “I'm a success. And so are you, if you earn your own living and pay your bills and look the world in the eye” but how much self-respect is possible given the endless grind of paperwork, the punching of clocks, to the ringing of bells as if we were in grade school, under fussy close supervision because they don’t trust us to get the job done unless they are hovering over us?
Okay, so much for the ideas in the movie, some are still
relevant, some not. Dick Powell is perfectly cast due to his Dagwood Bumstead
looks that call to mind a bloodhound. Ellen Drew is all freshness we like to
see in the Greatest Generation when they were in the bloom of youth. Raymond
Walburn is wonderful as the windbag president of a coffee company.
