Note: This movie from 1938 isn’t formally classified as film noir - since the noir style is usually said to crystallize in the 1940s - but it certainly displays many proto-noir traits and is often viewed as a key precursor to the genre.
Algiers
1938 / 1:32
Tagline: “Strange Loves Hiding in the Casbah City of
Secrets!”
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Pepe Le Moko is fed up. The gentleman thief been two long years holed up in Algiers after pulling off a big jewel heist in Paris. He suffers a painful longing for The City of Light and its coffee, boulevards, and night life. He’s sick of the narrow streets and same old faces of the Casbah, the native quarter which, like Queens, has a high per capita of secrets and iffy people.
The movie is more a study of characters in the suffocating boredom of a life of involuntary expatriation than a story with a beginning, middle and end. Too, for the long-term expatriate with a case of clinical nostalgia, see how little it takes for expats to develop passionate and destructive desires and aversions.
Charles Boyer is a suave thief, dressed in sharp suits with silk ties. He’s on good terms with everybody, including Police Inspector Slimane (Joseph Calleia, excellent as a weasel). The discerning movie-goer may also be reminded of Tarzan, the white guy who just has to show up and he’s the King of the Jungle. A foreign jewel thief appears one day in the Casbah and becomes Big Shot on the Esplanade. One doubts Algerian crooks – given their ancestors were into piracy and the related enslavement of Europeans - would have meekly accepted such a Jacques-come-lately.
We post-modern movie-goers have to make allowances in another case too. Boyer’s mistress Inez is played by Sigrid Gurie. She was of Norwegian stock, so they had to use skin darkener on her to make her look like a Berber. She looks like the walking wounded staggering out of Zoom Tan. That faux pas is made up for by her fine performance as a woman that’s totally immune to sweet reason, especially from a narcissistic jerk like Boyer’s Pepe. Having been on the receiving end of more than a couple sinister looks from women in both professional and private contexts, I can testify that Gurie’s baleful look is a persuasive mix of hurt, indignant, and threatening.
As for Hedy Lamarr and the love triangle, it’s reasonable to believe that Pepe and Hedy’s Gaby character bond over their common homesickness for Paris; they are from the same district, in fact. They are both trapped, he in the Casbah and she in an engagement to a gross rich man she does not love.
Stir-crazy Pepe falls in love with her because he so bored with hiding out in the Casbah. “Music, singing, gibberish,” Pepe moans. “I'm sick of everything. It's like walking in my sleep.” I have no trouble believing that he falls for her because she’s new in town and so gorgeous and smells nice. Pepe’s longing for Paris and his love for Gaby pull him out of his sanctuary and into inevitable downfall -resonating deeply with the doomed protagonists and fatal attraction that define noir.
In her first Hollywood role, Hedy gives Gaby almost no personality. She’s stunning to look at but emotionally distant - like the Toronto skyline seen from the 401 on the way to Belleville. Plus, from the stiff way she moves, the movie-goer would never think she was a tennis player and swimmer.
Shot by James Wong Howe, Algiers emphasizes dark, claustrophobic alleys and oppressive atmosphere - especially in its Casbah sequences - mirroring the chiaroscuro aesthetic central to noir. We see twisty narrow streets and warrens and light has to shove and bump to get through dust and smoke from hookahs. There are weird close-ups Boyer’s greedy appraisal of Hedy Lemarr’s over the top pearls. Boyer and his boyz interrogate the informer Regis (Gene Lockhart) and a hand-held camera moves around the table where the cats are playing with mouse.
I’m glad I watched this movie because Howe’s images are striking. And some scenes have their own snap, crackle, and pop. James M. Cain received a screenwriting credit for "additional dialogue" so some of the dialogue swishes by the ear like a bird getting a bit close. But it’s too long, the love story is weak, and the scene in which Boyer sings a happy song while shining his shoes was way Gene Kelly. So odd, so out of place.
