Thu 14 Apr 2011
A Movie Review by David L. Vineyard: FUGITIVES FOR A NIGHT (1938).
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FUGITIVES FOR A NIGHT. RKO Radio Pictures, 1938. Frank Albertson, Eleanor Lynn, Allan Lane, Bradley Page, Jonathan Hale, Russell Hicks, Paul Guilfoyle, Ward Bond. Screenplay: Dalton Trumbo, based on a story Richard Wormser. Director: Leslie Goodwin.
Matt Ryan (Frank Albertson) is a would-be actor who ends up as a stooge for the studio [a “yes man†who does anything he’s asked], pushed around by studio head Maurice Tenwright (Russell Hicks) who assigns him first to arrogant heart throb John Nelson (Allan Lane), who wants out of his contract with Tenwright, then fading but charming and gentlemanly leading man Dennis Poole (Bradley Page), who Tenwright is using as weapon against Nelson.
Poole is a real change from Nelson, he can’t even stand to use the term stooge when referring to Matt, but his star is rapidly blinking out, and his only real value is to be held over Nelson’s fat head as a threat since his last two films did terrible box office.
Matt’s girl, publicist Ann Wray (Eleanor Lynn), has seen enough of Hollywood and just wants Matt to open a hamburger stand and get out of the dirty racket. Anything other than stay in the demeaning job as stooge — a menial and soul-numbing position as a punchline for everyone else’s joke.
And she may be right. At an illegal casino in the desert where all the studio big wigs are gathered along with nasty gossip columnist Monks (Paul Guilfoyle), there is a police raid, and in the confusion Tenwright is shot and killed.
Wry police Captain Jonathan Hale suspects Matt, who with help from Ann escapes into the desert night. Now wanted by the police for murder, Matt has to prove he didn’t kill Tenwright and reveal who really did.
The suspects, along with the police Captain, gather at Poole’s house as Poole tries to stall them to give Matt a chance to escape, but Matt and Ann are headed right for Poole’s because they think they know the killer.
There is nothing special here; this is a solid B movie with an attractive cast and capable direction, moving at a pace, but what’s notable is how much of Trumbo’s voice makes it onto the screen. The film is cynical, bitter, sardonic, and almost no one is decent or even likable.
Tenwright is manipulative and backstabbing, Nelson arrogant and self absorbed, Monks a snarling coward, and for most of the film Matt all too willing to be everyone’s doorstep. Even Hale is star struck, vain, and full of himself, last seen in the film admiring himself in the mirror while quoting “all is vanity.”
This is by no means film noir, but it is bitter, cynical, and fairly nasty in tone for a B programmer, and you have to imagine that was Trumbo’s doing.
April 14th, 2011 at 7:32 pm
Some bad news is that I haven’t heard from David Vineyard in nearly a week — when he’s able to, he leaves comments on almost every post, as you’ve noticed.
He had a long absence in December and January when he had back problems, much worse than mine. He was in traction and physical therapy for a long time. All his advice about back injuries I’ve paid strict attention to!
David, here’s hoping you’re OK and that you’ll be back again soon.
April 14th, 2011 at 9:43 pm
I miss David as well. It is quiet here in the comments…too quiet.
tcm.com database had some interesting information about this film. It was Dalton Trumbo’s first script produced at RKO. An unconfirmed report in “Film Daily” claimed Paul Yawitz was hired to work on the script. There is a New York TIMES review from September 21, 1938. The reviewer, Frank S. Nugent may have liked the movie. It is hard to tell since he spent most of the review complaining the picture was shown to audiences before the critics.
April 15th, 2011 at 9:40 pm
I almost never watch the TV series CSI, but there happened to be a rerun on when I had the set on this afternoon, and I spotted the name Paul Guilfoyle in the credits.
This can’t be the same guy, I thought. FUGITIVES FOR A NIGHT was made over 70 years ago. Trust IMDB to come up with the answer — what would we do without it?
Two guys, same unusual name, not even related. Their careers didn’t even overlap.