THE TRUTH ABOUT YOUTH
1930 - ***There once was a hoary old saw, told time and again, about a gold-digging vamp luring a naive small town rich boy (or family man in mid-life crisis mode) away from his Tess Trueheart (or long-suffering saint of a wife), crashing him on the big city rocks and returning him to said Tess/wife a wiser, broker man. This saw was trite and done to death even by the end of the silent age, as Griffith learned when he got jeers for his 1928 re-telling THE BATTLE OF THE SEXES. The jazz age exposed the small town values this saw was forged from as cheapest tin, but a smart director could use that to his advantage and play off the pre-existing tropes for wry modern effect, as one does in THE TRUTH ABOUT YOUTH. The vamp here is called "the Firefly" and played by a pre-top tier Myrna Loy as swinging gold digging but relatively benign siren who winds up luring the weak-willed "Imp" (David Manners) away from the arms of his loving older mentor-guardian, Richard (Conway Tearle) and the Trueheart type he wants the Imp to marry (Loretta Young as the housekeeper's daughter). Flanked his two cronies from the war, Richard has been scheming to marry off the girl and the Imp because he never dared hope... he never thought... he never dreamed that all this while...why, he's old enough to be her father!
The code would make dating girls half your age fairly difficult, unless you were Gary Cooper, say, or Cary Grant and safely inside a Billy Wilder movie, which is why here it's so vital, and cool, and necessary. As the Imp, the usually square David Manners gets to cut loose in a few scenes, like the one above where he staggers in from the speakeasy, drunk as a lord. And there's an almost Capra-esque level of humanity at work: Loy's vamp turns jake and gives Richard back his deposit once her forgiving sugar daddy shows up to whisk her away to Paris. Griffith never would have approved, but Humbert Humbert would! Did I give away the plot? No, because if you didn't know it's subversive roundhouse back end kick, you'd probably shy away once the saw got going because though Myrna Loy is, as always a delight, there's not a whole lot else going on as actors swim through the thick hissing air of early studio sound recording. So it helps maybe to know that where it's going ends up being surprisingly sophisticated.
1932 - ***
I also love how the film never strays from that one floor of the hospital, except for one or two small scenes on other floors or drug stores. The closeness creates a real sense of atmosphere and camaraderie and since the women are all nice, pretty, younger moms it even engenders a glow of being back as an infant, and safe and warm and looked after, sleeping in a big building with awake people all around you all night, and since it's not HALLOWEEN 2 or VISITING HOURS there are no slashers, just an escapee woman from the psychopathic ward.
ROAD TO PARADISE
1930 - ***
Loretta Young playing two different characters, separated by birth: a vagabond raised by two Runyanesque burglars, and a socialite they're planning to rob, and the sisters have an ESP connection! The majority of the film occurs in and around the rich one's townhouse with the pauper posing as the princess so can let her cronies in from the roof, but everything is locked and only the butler has the key and a cop comes to investigate and keeps telling racist jokes instead of leaving. Meanwhile, the old matron forgot her headache powders so the princess is on her way back. As Capt. Flynn would say: Prepare the decks for pleasant action!
Originally a stage play, the fluid direction gives us a real you are there sense, with the burglars in that split level stage mansion adding a real sense of who's where at any given time which is a great help to the comical cat and mouse antics, but what else is there? Margaret--the princess-- has a lot of money, but her suitor looks like a combination Chico Marx and young Edward Everett Horton. Yeech! The best part is the ESP angle--"you read it from her mind? that's funny, Barbara can, too!" The pre-Code era is still amongst our most enlightened as far as exploring the shades of psychic ability and unpunished crime, two things the Breen office did not approve of, especially from women. William Beaudine directed, with more attention to camera angles than he would later pay to films like RETURN OF THE APE MAN.
I LIKE YOUR NERVE
1931 - **1/2
a pre-Frankenstein Boris Karloff is a butler! Douglas Fairbanks stares and grins like a jackanapes as he woos--rather irritatingly at first-- gorgeous Loretta Young, who's been promised by her oily treasurer of an unnamed South American country father to an old lech who promises to restore dad's 'borrowed' funds in exchange for her hand. Helping Douglas: Claude Allister as the urbane best friend, and a great, gay character actor. Funny that Douglas almost seems gayer than Allister thanks to that leftover-from-the-silents code of male conduct that says a gentleman's face should always be locked into a mirthless smile death mask, with all teeth bared... in every scene. It took awhile before that icky silent film trend died out, but it did, so god bless Richard Barthelmess.
As a shade of things to come, Young calls her priest every five minutes (as she would in real life) but I don't begrudge her that in this case since it fits the time and South American place. And as a radiant 17 year-old she can still make a movie worth watching just by wearing long sparkly black gloves and a sparkly black evening gown. Her eyes are so big and wet they seem sketched softly by some specialist in limpid pools.
1930 - ****
Even more so than in other films from 1930, LOOSE ANKLES finds Young looking so super sexy she's almost a completely different person than in later films where she was mostly eyes and poise. Here she's so pretty and has such long gorgeous legs, displayed most pleasingly in silken lingerie, that grown Erich was heard to weep. In the film itself my girl just wants to flap it up but a flock of fusty relatives' inheritance is contingent on her getting married and avoiding all scandal. Enter Douglas Fairbanks, hired as a male escort by Young to sink her name into the mire to defeat the 'morality' of her greedy chaperones. Once Fairbanks sinks his peeps into her bottomless eyes however, he wants to hang up his gigolo shoes and marry her for real. We all do. Best line: Young's pal advises her on how to create a scandal: "first get a man, then a reporter, and leave the rest to the typesetter."
|Makes a grown man cry|
The circus club scene includes a sexy leopard woman dancer but the actual circus element is flatly filmed. Who cares? Like many good pre-codes the separate parts are generally splendid and invaluable as a peak back into a time wherein 'old folks at home'-style bumpkins waged war against the emerging freedom of youth, until the youth finally got them drunk. Let that be a lesson to dope smokers: get an anti-legalization representative high and turn them out, one toke at a time!