Note: Don't get your feathers up, as Sam Spade warns, but you won’t find comparisons with the John Huston’s 1941 version in this review of the 1931 version. Comparisons are odious - they obscure a film’s own merits. Refusing to compare demands discipline: to judge a work on its own terms. I assume, despite industry pressures, the filmmakers aimed in good faith to make a solid movie. Besides, Una Merkel, Thelma Todd, and Bebe Daniels all turn up in the same movie. At that point, everything else is merely a formality.
The
Maltese Falcon
1931 / 1:18
Tagline: “Hard as nails, leader of a crime ring, but
still a woman.”
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This Pre-Code version of the Dashiell Hammett’s 1929 novel kicks off with the implication that private detective Sam Spade (Ricardo Cortez) has just had intimate congress with a woman in his office. During working hours, no less. Spade and his secretary Effie (Una Merkel) exchange knowing looks as the woman leaves the office after adjusting her hosiery.
That the Spade character is quite the ladies’ man is confirmed as his partner Miles Archer (Walter Long) listens in on the extension to gather that Spade and his wife Iva Archer (Thelma Todd) are having an affair. The new client, a worried Ruth Wonderly (Bebe Daniels), in a fur trimmed outfit, hires the two detectives to locate her missing sister.
In a beautifully filmed scene, a dark bedroom with the breeze blowing in the curtains, Spade is woken by his ringing telephone. The police inform him that apparently while on the job, Miles Archer was murdered, shot to death in an alley. Near the scene of the crime, Spade speaks in Cantonese with a Chinese-American merchant. The police learn of Spade and Iva’s affair so they figure Spade as the perp. The only way for Spade to get out from under police suspicion and scrutiny is to find the real killer, but his meeting with three manic collectors looking for the statuette of a black bird impedes his efforts to clear himself.
Near the beginning of the movie the lines are delivered in a kind of stagey way, as if they are being declaimed rather than spoken in a natural way. The delivery gets better as the movie unfolds. Bebe Daniels has limpid lamps, as wide and wet as the eyes of a Dandie Dinmont Terrier. Her femme fatale is persuasive: attractive and “using her charms to her great advantage.” “Don't you ever get lonesome” she asks Spade as if she could something about that. Daniels in the bubble bath is Pre-Code as is her being strip searched in the kitchen. Also, in Pre-Code fashion, it’s obvious that Spade and Wonderly sleep together.
Ricardo Cortez puts in a good, not great, performance as the satanic PI who only seems to be looking out for himself. Spade’s goat-like lechery is a creepy act to make people let down their guard by underestimating him. Robert Elliott and J. Farrell MacDonald as San Francisco police detectives are both excellent: tough as nails but too middle-aged weary to employ the rubber hose.
Dudley Digges (the heavy in Condemned) plays the Guttman character as jumpy on the outside but bleak on the inside. In Pre-Code fashion, it’s evident that Guttman and Wilmer (Dwight Frye, looking psycho) sleep together when Guttman strokes Frye’s cheek. Guttman sincerely regrets sending Wilmer over as the fall guy.
Spade becomes rather a flat character because his self-revealing monologue at the end of the novel is not persuasive. At least he says, “I'll get over it in time” which shows he’s philosopher enough to take the long view, which helps in run of the mill dilemmas like handing over to the law somebody one has slept with.
This picture has a final scene in which Spade visits Wonderly in jail. I thought it worked because the cell block was dismal beyond words, the incarcerated women deserted and hopeless. Just an amateur critic, I’m easy-going enough to march where the director points.
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