lonely, worried, and sorry
by Douglas Messerli
Bernard C. Schoenfeld,
Stanley Rubin, and Robert Mitchum (screenplay), Josef von Sternberg and
Nicholas Ray (directors) Macao /
1952
I think most critics
today would agree with early commentators of Josef von Sternberg’s exotic
adventure-tale Macao who found the
story completely unbelievable and the direction confused. In the midst of
shooting, producer Howard Hughes found the narrative plot so incoherent, in
fact, that he got rid of the original director, replacing him with Nicholas
Ray, and asking actor Robert Mitchum to help create some logical links between
scenes, a process that almost seems to have doomed the work to critical
disdain.
Despite the producers’ determination,
however, to get that story properly sorted out, it really doesn’t matter. We
already know that someone or everyone will attempt to murder Cochran, that
Halloran will fall in love with Benson, and that Benson will fall in love with
Cochran, while Halloran will surely be lured out of “the three-mile limit” into
his
If
that is your focus, however, you might as well forget it. This is not
Casablanca; in Macao you get robbed
even before you get off the boat. What it is, in hindsight, is a first-rate
film, filled with a brilliant series of sarcastic-leaden and sexually charged
interchanges between the sultry Benson and the always laconic Cochran, a
dialogue, at times, that outshines many of the seemingly more sophisticated
comedies of Garson Kanin, Preston Sturges, and others of the 1940s. And in some
respects, one might describe this 1952 film, along with Orson Welles’ 1958
work, Touch of Evil, as the last of the great American film noirs. In one of their earliest
encounters, for example, Cochran challenges the icy Benson: “Why don’t you take
that chip off your shoulder?”
Julie Benson:
Every time I do, somebody hits me over
the head with it.
After another icy
encounter, Julie sends Nick flowers, resulting in this interchange:
Nick Cochran:
Thanks for the flowers.
Julie Benson:
[sarcastically] I couldn’t afford a
wreath.
Even minor characters get clever lines: as
Lt. Sebastian (Thomas Gomez), who notes of Julie Benson: “Besides her obvious
talents, she also sings.” And Halloran and Margie have a similarly light
interchange:
Holloran: You
don’t want that junk. Diamonds would only
cheapen
you.
Margie: Yeah.
But what a way to be cheapened.
Or as Margie quips to
Nick (who the night before has lost all of his money, even with loaded dice):
“You’re up early for a loser.”
Macao
may not be a profound movie, but it is most certainly an entertaining one that
perhaps had both the film’s makers and critics been less focused on story, they
might have recognized it for its numerous qualities. I’ve now seen this film
three times, and I’ll gladly watch it again just to watch the sparks fly from
the positively and negatively-charged leads through their loaded verbal
comments. For if Corcoran-Mitchum is a born loser with dice, he is a born
seducer with words: “My fatal charm. Never misses—except with women.”
Benson-Russell’s response: “Well you annoyed me a little when you belted me
with that blonde!”
Frankly, I’ll take that kind of language
over a fussy plot any day!
Los Angeles, September 7, 2013
Reprinted from International Cinema Review (September
2013).