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Magnificent Obsession (1954)

In 1929, Lloyd C. Douglas, a Protestant minister, wrote Magnificent Obsession.  It was made into a movie in 1935, which modified the story in the novel, and again in 1954, which modified the story in the earlier movie.  Of the three, more people are familiar with the 1954 version, directed by Douglas Sirk, than the other two.  For that reason, my review will begin with that movie.  I have not seen the 1935 version, directed by John Stahl, so all I know about that movie is what I have read about it.  I have read the book, however, which will be discussed later.

The 1954 Remake

When the 1954 movie begins, the tone is set for a religious movie of sorts when we hear a choir singing during the opening credits.  Then we see Bob Merrick (Rock Hudson) and a Miss Daniels in a speedboat on the lake.  Merrick is heir to the Merrick Motor Company, and he is testing the motor in the speedboat.  One of the members of his crew comments that he is “doing 150 or better.”  I don’t know whether that is miles per hour or knots, and I didn’t think speedboats could go that fast in any event, but the point is that Merrick is reckless.  So as not to endanger Miss Daniels, he lets her off at the dock, intending to really push it to the limit.  One of his crew advises against it, but Merrick is rude and abrupt, dismissing the advice of a subordinate that apparently does not know his place.  As he pulls away, one of the crew wonders whether he has any brains, and the other replies that he doesn’t need brains because he has “four million bucks.”  (Adjusted for inflation, that would be almost $40,000,000 today.)

Then someone comments he is “doing better than 180 now,” just before the speedboat flips over.  In the next scene, we see Merrick being put on an inhalator, also referred to as a resuscitator.  When it appears that he will survive, someone says, “Bob Merrick just lives right.”  This is clearly intended as ironic, since if Merrick had died, he would have gotten what he deserved.

At that moment, word comes in through a police radio that the resuscitator must be returned immediately to Dr. Wayne Phillips, renowned brain surgeon, to whom it belonged.  But it arrives too late.  Dr. Phillips has died from a heart attack, which he would have survived had his resuscitator not been on the other side of the lake, saving the life of Merrick.  His assistant, Nancy Ashford (Agnes Moorehead), asks the doctor why this should happen to such a wonderful man, who did so much for people.  The doctor says he has been asked that question many times, and he has no answer.  This is the flip side of the situation with Merrick, where Dr. Phillips, a man who really did live right, has died.  The injustice of these events is especially acute, since the one is the cause of the other, creating a feeling of moral pressure that must be relieved.

Dr. Phillips is survived by his wife Helen (Jane Wyman) and his daughter Joyce (Barbara Rush) from a previous marriage.  Helen is inundated by letters from people that admired Dr. Phillips and by visitors that are grateful to him for things he had done for them.  Joyce tells Nancy that these visitors are evasive when asked exactly what it was that Phillips had done for them, “as though they belonged with him to some secret society.”

Meanwhile, a visitor is telling Helen, in the office once occupied by Dr. Phillips, that she wants to repay the money Phillips gave her.  It was given on condition that she keep it a secret, but now that he’s dead, she figures it’s all right to talk about it.  She says whenever she tried to give the money back to him, he refused, saying he’d already “used it all up.”  Helen says that many of the letters quoted him using that same expression.  Since Dr. Phillips did not want the money back, Helen refuses to accept the money too.

Joyce’s boyfriend, Tom, who was Dr. Phillips’ attorney, arrives to give Helen and Joyce some bad news:  there is practically nothing left in Phillips’ estate.  Notwithstanding all the money paid to him through the years as a surgeon, he basically died broke, having used all his money to help all those people referred to above, leaving Helen only the house they were living in.  And the hospital is in financial difficulties too.

Now, let’s stop right there.  Why would a man that was supposed to be so full of goodness leave his family in seemingly dire straits?  It makes me think of those parents in The Boy with Green Hair (1948), who are so determined to help war orphans that they abandon their own son, dumping him on a relative that does not want to be burdened with him.  On the other hand, Dr. Phillips and Helen had only been married for six months.  So, whatever she was doing for a living before they were married, she could just go back to work now.  And Joyce is old enough to get a job of her own.  Furthermore, while Helen is looking for that job, she could let the maid and gardener go, put the house up for sale, which would be worth millions of dollars in today’s market, and get herself a modest apartment.  So, there is no reason to think she can’t get by like most people.  Still, Tom indicates that Dr. Phillips was giving away large sums of money right up until his death.  You would think that a man who had recently married a woman that will be dependent on him financially would give some thought to her situation in the event of his death.

Meanwhile, Merrick has been at Brightwood Hospital ever since his accident, and he sneaks out against doctor’s orders.  Still in a weakened condition, he manages to get a lift from Helen on her way back to the house.  He is immediately attracted to her, but when he finds out who she is, he asks her to stop the car and let him out.  She does, but he collapses.  She gets a passerby to help her get Merrick to the hospital where she finds out who he is.  She is not pleased.

A little more than a week passes.  Enter Edward Randolph (Otto Kruger), a man who explains to Helen, but not us, what all those letters and visitors were about.  And he explains why Dr. Phillips never mentioned it to her:  “You don’t talk much about this belief.  When someone’s ready for it, they accept it.  Perhaps Wayne felt that you weren’t quite ready….”

As Randolph is leaving the office, Merrick comes in with a check for $25,000.   Adjusted for inflation, that would be over $240,000 in today’s dollars.  He wants to make amends for the trouble he has caused.  But Helen refuses the check, contemptuous of the way Merrick always thinks he can use his money to buy his way out of any difficulty he has caused by his irresponsible lifestyle.

That night, Merrick, drunk and despondent, rejects the implied offer of sex from a beautiful woman and leaves the night club he was in.  Driving fast, he plows through some “danger” signs and gets stuck in a ditch.  He goes to the nearby house to get help, which just happens to be the house of Randolph.  Merrick falls asleep on his couch.

The next morning, Merrick admires Randolph’s painting of Dr. Phillips, which we do not get to see.  Randolph tells him that he used to be just a second-rate painter.  But then, Dr. Phillips, his best friend, “unlocked everything,” showing him how to get what he wanted by establishing “contact with the source of infinite power.”  He compares this power with that of electricity.  Most people are like light bulbs that are turned off.  But if you throw the switch, establishing contact with the powerhouse down at the dam, you have light.  By the same token, if a person makes contact with the spiritual powerhouse, he can fulfill his destiny.  That’s what Phillips did for Randolph, allowing him to become a great painter.

The key to unlocking this power, Randolph explains, is to help people in need, but always in secret, never letting the good deed be known, and never allowing yourself to be repaid.  He returns to the powerhouse analogy:  “If the wires in the dynamo are not protected by insulation, the power will be dissipated.  The same thing goes for us.  Most people are just grounded.”  Either they let others find out about their good deed, or they allow the debt to be repaid.

Because Lloyd C. Douglas was born in 1877, he grew up as American cities were becoming electrified, a process still not completed at the time he wrote the novel on which this movie is based.  So, electricity must have seemed almost magical at that time, not the commonplace that it is today.  Hence the analogy with spiritual power.  In fact, there are attempts at various points in the novel to distance this idea of spiritual power from religion, suggesting that it should really be thought of as a science, just as electrical power is a phenomenon studied scientifically.  Bringing the two together, as a result of having expanded his personality through contact with the spiritual power, Merrick is able, in the novel, to invent an electrical scalpel that cauterizes as it cuts, and presumably uses it to reverse Helen’s blindness by doing brain surgery on her with it.

Back to the movie, Merrick seems to understand, saying, “You mean keeping these good deeds secret is like insulating the power of your personality.”  The idea intrigues him.  The only thing he wants, however, is Helen, and he just can’t see how helping someone else will get him in good with her.

Randolph says it can happen, but he advises caution:  “Now, wait, Merrick. Don’t try to use this unless you’re ready for it.  You can’t just try this out for a week like a new car, you know.  And if you think you can feather your own nest with it, just forget it.  Besides, this is dangerous stuff.  One of the first men who used it went to the cross at the age of 33.”

Later on, Merrick finds out that the man that operates the telescope for viewing the lake is in financial difficulties.  His wife lost the baby they were planning on, and the bills are piling up.  Merrick gives him some money on condition that he tell no one about it, and that he never try to pay it back.  He turns around, and wouldn’t you know it, there is Helen.  Full of confidence that what Randolph told him is true, he approaches her, even being so crude as to ask her out to dinner, recent widow though she may be.  He refers to Dr. Phillips’ notions about tapping into that spiritual powerhouse, saying he’s going to go out and find someone that needs a couple of thousand bucks, and his worries will be over.  Helen says he is turning her late husband’s beliefs into something cheap.

She gets in a taxi, and he gets right in with her.  Exasperated by his importunities, she gets out on the other side, right into the path of an oncoming car, which strikes her, causing her to go blind.  Fortunately, while Dr. Phillips had borrowed against his life insurance policy so he could give the money away, Helen later refers to an accident insurance policy she had, which is enough, apparently, for her to keep that multimillion-dollar house and its servants.

Chastened by the experience, Merrick tells Randolph he is fully committed to dedicating his life to others, in accordance with Dr. Phillips’ theory.  Randolph says that once he goes down this path, he will never be able to give it up, he will be bound by this motive power.  It is will become a “magnificent obsession.”

Merrick befriends Helen while she is sitting alone by the lake, believing him to be Robbie Robinson.  Furthermore, there really was no accident policy.  Through his connivance with Tom, Merrick has been the one supplying Helen with money.  He arranges for her and Joyce to go to Europe to see about an operation on her brain that might restore her sight.  They will think the doctors are doing it out of their respect for Dr. Phillips, but Merrick will be paying for it.  And he will make a generous offer on that house, supplying them with the means to live from then on.

But the doctors are unable to do anything for Helen.  Joyce asks Nancy, “What has she done that all this happens to her?”  Once again, we are reminded of the injustice that Merrick must bring into balance.

To that end, Merrick has gone back to medical school to become a brain surgeon.  He interrupts his studies and goes to Europe when he gets word of the negative prognosis.  Helen is happy to see him.  It turns out that she has realized who he was for some time.  They love each other, and he asks her to marry him.  But not wanting to be a burden on him, she flees with Nancy, asking him in a letter not to try to find her.  I guess she doesn’t mind being a burden on Nancy.  And I guess it didn’t occur to her just to decline the proposal.  Merrick and Joyce try to find her anyway, but to no avail.

Time passes, and we read that some anonymous doctor has donated enough money for a medical center to open a new wing for neurological patients.  So, it appears that Merrick is getting himself charged up with a little more of that higher power.  We also read that he has completed his internship and has joined the staff there.  Next, we see a scene where a grateful mother agrees not to tell anyone about all the help Merrick has given her and her son, but still wants to repay him eventually.  He refuses, cryptically saying it will be all used up in a few years anyway.

Randolph gets word from Nancy that Helen’s health has declined.  She is in a coma in a sanitarium.  He and Merrick fly there.  She must have brain surgery immediately, and Merrick is the only one in the vicinity who can perform it, though he says he does not have enough experience.  Randolph persuades him to use his skill to save her.  He operates on her, not only saving her life, but restoring her sight as well.  They will live happily ever after.

The Novel

All the names in the movie are the same as in the novel, except that Dr. Phillips of the movie is Dr. Hudson in the novel.  Perhaps the change was made because it was feared that when someone referred to Hudson, the audience would think he was talking about Rock Hudson.

The Helen of the novel is different from the Helen of the 1954 remake in three ways.  First, Dr. Hudson of the novel is forty-six years old when he marries Helen, who was a friend of Joyce when she was in college, but a couple of years older.  That means that Merrick and Helen are about the same age.  I believe the author wanted to avoid having Merrick fall in love with an older woman.  In fact, Nancy was in love with Dr. Hudson, and she would have made a more appropriate match for him, being about the same age.

In the 1935 movie version, Helen is played by Irene Dunne, who was 35, while Bob Merrick is played by Robert Taylor, who was 24, a difference between them of 11 years.  In the 1954 version, Jane Wyman was 36 and Rock Hudson was 28, a difference of 8 years.  Furthermore, Jane Wyman is one of those people that always look older than they really are.  This has led some critics to see an Oedipal situation in these two movies.  But I suspect that those that made these movies thought it was a little creepy to have a middle-aged man marry his daughter’s friend in college, so they preferred to make Helen a little older than Merrick, but not by too much, as the lesser of evils.

Second, Helen’s blindness, which occurs toward the end of the novel, is the result of a railroad accident, and it is not Merrick’s fault.  His efforts to help Helen are primarily driven by his guilt at having survived at the expense of Dr. Hudson, whereas in the movie, it is mainly on account of his guilt at having caused her blindness.

Third, she is not in financial difficulty on account of her husband.  She owns stock in North-western Copper that pays a dividend of $6,000 per year.  Adjusted for inflation, that would be over $90,000 per year in today’s dollars.  And if we assume that this income was generated by a 5% dividend, then the value of her stock, adjusted for inflation, would be $1,800,000.  There is no indication that Brightwood Hospital is in financial difficulty.  Nancy estimates that the stock Helen owns in it is worth $20,000, or over $300,000, adjusted for inflation, giving her a net worth based on her stock ownership alone of $2,100,000 in today’s dollars.  The novel indicates that Hudson had both a house in the city and a retreat he called “Flintridge,” which was by the lake.  There is a reference to caretakers for the latter.  One must suppose that these two pieces of real estate would add significantly to Helen’s net worth.

For some reason, she lets her cousin Monty Brent handle her affairs, as if collecting dividends was too much for her to cope with as a helpless widow, so she needs a man to see to such things.  He tells her the dividend has been suspended, but Helen is suspicious, since Joyce is still collecting the dividends from her stock in that company.  (Apparently, Joyce is capable of collecting dividends all by herself.)  Brent had surreptitiously sold the stock and lost all the money on bad investments and loose living.  That is what puts Helen in difficult financial circumstances.  And I guess if she was too helpless to collect those dividends all on her own, she is too helpless to hold down a job.  But in any event, her husband was not to blame for all that.

Merrick finds out about Brent’s malversation.  He forces Brent to write a letter to Helen saying that the money from the stock has been reinvested in Axion Motor Company preferred.  (“Axion” is the name of Merrick’s motor company in the novel.)  The stock is worth over $1,700,000 in today’s dollars.  Brent also writes that he will no longer be handling her investments.  So, as in the movie, Merrick helps Helen out financially, but for completely different reasons.

To get rid of Brent for good, Merrick insists that he move to Buenos Aires.  He gives him a steamship ticket and $2,000, or about $30,000, adjusted for inflation.  Brent is so grateful that Merrick is not going to report him to the authorities for embezzlement, that he says he will try to use the opportunity to start a new and better life.  One thing leads to another, and Merrick ends up telling him about establishing contact with a higher power.

I could have skipped over this part, I suppose, but I couldn’t resist referring to it on account of a theme that intrigues me.  This is the fifth movie or novel I have come across from the first half of the twentieth century in which people decide to go to South America to start a new life:   Stella Dallas (1937)Kitty Foyle (1940), Tom, Dick, and Harry (1941), and Imitation of Life are the other four.  It would seem that with the closing of the frontier at the end of the nineteenth century, famously written about by Frederick Jackson Turner, Americans could no longer move west to start a new life.  So, I suppose all they could do was turn south.  It all ended after World War II, when the Nazis decided to move to South America to start a new life.  That stigma eventually wore off, but the mystique of South America as a place of renewal was gone for good.

Anyway, in watching the movie, we gradually become aware that Merrick is taking the place of Dr. Phillips, becoming a great brain surgeon just like him, and then becoming Helen’s future husband as well.  But in the novel, there is nothing subtle about this idea of replacing the great doctor.  When Merrick tries to write a big check to make amends, Nancy rebuffs him, much in the way Helen does in the movie.  But then she suggests that Merrick go back to medical school so he can replace Dr. Hudson.  As this takes place in the second chapter, the whole thing seems ludicrous, as indeed it would be in real life.

In the novel, Randolph is dead.  Dr. Hudson learned about the secret belief from him.  Then Hudson kept a journal about this belief in code, which Merrick had to decipher in order to read it.  It tells of how Randolph was just a second-rate sculptor, who became great when he discovered his “theory of personality projection.”  The idea is that if you help someone in secret, and you don’t allow him to repay the debt, your personality is expanded by the personality of the person you helped.  As your personality becomes expanded by helping more and more people, you are able to excel at whatever you want.

In the movie, Randolph refers to Jesus only one time, and then without explicitly naming him.  In the novel, he is referred to by Dr. Hudson only as that “Galilean.”  This is bizarre.  Why refer to Jesus with a generic, geographical term when everyone knows his name?  Presumably, it is intended to create a sense of distance between Hudson and Christianity, as if it were something completely foreign to him.

There are passages in the Bible referred to in Hudson’s journal that are suggestive of the idea of giving away one’s money in order to get something of greater value, but we never get chapter and verse.  That I shall supply instead.  There is a story about a treasure in a field, for which a man sold all he had in order to buy that field, which is in Matthew 13:44; and about a man that sold all he had to possess a pearl, which is in Matthew 13:45-46.

Merrick says, “the Galilean had postulated three types of general capacity related to one another as 5:2:1.”  That is an obscure allusion to the parable of the talents, Matthew 25:14-30.  Merrick is like the man who was given five talents, from whom much is expected.

In fact, Randolph shows Dr. Hudson a Bible in which one page has been removed because it is the only page in the Bible that Randolph cared about, the one with the “secret formula for power.”  Of this page, Randolph says it “contains the rules for generating that mysterious power I mentioned. By following these instructions to the letter, you can have anything you want, do anything you wish to do, be whatever you would like to be.”

We are not told which page that is.  I believe the reason for this is to make the reader a participant in solving the mystery.  If he has to figure out for himself which page in the Bible is being referred to, he is more likely to embrace this theory of personality projection as his own; whereas if it were spoon-fed to the reader, he would be more likely to remain aloof.

However, not wanting to depend on the reader’s familiarity with the Bible, Douglas does provide chapter and verse for a prefatory quotation:  “‘Let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth,’ Matthew 6:3.”  Undoubtedly, the first page of Matthew 6 is the page Randolph thought was special, especially the first four verses:

6:1 Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of them: otherwise ye have no reward of your Father which is in heaven.

6:2 Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.

6:3 But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth:

6:4 That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly.

This last verse, in its reference to being rewarded “openly,” suggests that the reward will be granted while one still lives and not only when one dies and goes to Heaven.

Merrick finds from Dr. Hudson’s journal that Jesus practiced what he preached when it came to keeping things a secret:

He noted, also with keen interest, the numerous occasions when the Galilean, having performed a service for someone, would ask him, as a special favour, not to tell anybody about it.

Presumably, he is referring to passages like that of Matthew 9:30, after Jesus has just restored sight to two blind men:

9:30 And their eyes were opened; and Jesus straitly charged them, saying, See that no man know it.

So, let’s say we buy into this theory of personality projection, in which keeping the doing of alms a secret is essential to expanding one’s personality.  But is there a need to keep the theory itself a secret?  In one sense, there does not seem to be such a need.  After all, the verses from Matthew 6 are part of the Sermon on the Mount, in which a multitude is told to give alms in secret.

But in another sense, it is as if the theory of personality projection itself must be kept a secret.  After all, why would Dr. Hudson keep a journal in code?  Merrick makes reference to the way this Galilean had shared certain mysteries only with his intimates:

He had been entirely frank about saying to his intimates, in an intensive seminar session, that there were certain mysteries he could and would confide to them which he had no intention of discussing before the general public for the reason that the majority of people would be unable to understand.

Presumably, he is referring to passages from the Book of Mark:

4:10 And when he was alone, they that were about him with the twelve asked of him the parable.

4:11 And he said unto them, Unto you it is given to know the mystery of the kingdom of God: but unto them that are without, all these things are done in parables:

4:12 That seeing they may see, and not perceive; and hearing they may hear, and not understand; lest at any time they should be converted, and their sins should be forgiven them.

There is something selfish about all this.  It’s as if Jesus is saying, “We know the mystery, so we will go to Heaven; but we won’t tell anyone else, so they will go to Hell.”

And there is something a little selfish about keeping the theory of personality projection a secret as well.  The reward for those that practice this theory is excellence.  Whatever they really enjoy doing, in that they will excel, being a great sculptor or a great brain surgeon in the novel.  But in order to be great in any such endeavor, it is necessary that others be mediocre.  Had Randolph told everyone about his secret, the world would have been full of other sculptors equally great.  Had Dr. Hudson told everyone he knew of this secret, there would have been a glut of great brain surgeons.  In a world where everyone is great, no one is.

This selfishness even reaches the point of being hateful and meanspirited.  Randolph tells Dr. Hudson of the time he helped a man who was down on his luck find a job, even to the point of buying him a wardrobe so that he could make a presentable appearance in an interview.  But the man broke his promise to keep it a secret, blabbing about it to a neighbor.  The man got the job, but as far as Randolph was concerned, the money was wasted because he didn’t get to benefit from his act of charity, saying “that didn’t do me any good!  You’d better believe—the next time I made an outlay I informed the fellow that if I ever heard of his telling anybody, I would break his neck.”

After Jesus told those two blind men, whose sight he had restored, to let no man know about what he did, they went ahead and told anyway:

9:31 But they, when they were departed, spread abroad his fame in all that country.

One wonders if Jesus was as irked about that as Randolph was when his good deed was spoiled by the faithless recipient of his largesse.

Of course, Randolph is at pains to say that you can’t use this theory for crass, selfish reasons, to get lots of money, for example.  You can’t do the right thing for the wrong reason.  So, in using this theory to become great at something, it must be for the sake of some “higher altruism.”  I’m not sure how his becoming a great sculptor is some kind of higher altruism, however.  In any event, there is an inherent element of selfishness in this theory of personality projection that cannot be dispelled merely by saying it cannot be used for selfish purposes.

There is something paradoxical about being rewarded for being good, whether in regard to this theory of personality projection in particular, or in regard to religious beliefs in general.  Whether it is the idea that one will go to Heaven, or one will be rewarded with a better life when one is reincarnated, or that our good deeds will benefit us within our lifetime, such beliefs undermine the moral quality of what we do, for they transform the categorical imperative into a hypothetical one.

Consider Matthew 25, the chapter alluded to above that includes the parable of the talents.  Jesus talks about how those that have fed the hungry, clothed the naked, given shelter to the stranger, and nursed the sick will be rewarded by God.  But of those that did not do these things, he says:

25:41 Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels:

25:46 And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal.

Does this not make it a matter of mere prudence to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, etc.?  The most wicked man on Earth would do that, if he feared that Hell awaited him if he did not.

Likewise, if you believe that you will be rewarded or punished when you are reincarnated, depending on what you do in this life, is it not again a matter of mere prudence to do good and eschew evil?

A similar paradox arises with karma.  In a simplistic understanding of this principle, good things happen to good people, and bad things happen to bad people.  In the television series My Name Is Earl (2005-2009), the title character wonders why bad things always seem to be happening to him.  He wins the lottery, but while jumping for joy, he gets hit by an automobile and winds up in the hospital, with the lottery ticket lost in the process.  But while watching television, he hears a man talking about karma, and Earl realizes that’s what his problem is.  He has bad karma, on account of all the bad things he has done in his life, though none of them worse than petty thievery.  He makes a list of all his misdeeds, intending to make amends.  No sooner does he make up for one of his sinful acts than he finds the lottery ticket.  And so it goes.  As he makes up for the things he has done wrong, crossing them off his list as he does so, his life continues to get better.

But we have to wonder.  If Earl’s only reason for “trying to become a better person” is so that good things will happen to him, does he really deserve the reward he seeks?

Now, My Name Is Earl was a successful comedy.  And since it was funny, all sins are forgiven. We are not concerned about the logic of the karmic principle that motivates Earl, because we are too busy laughing.  But Magnificent Obsession is a serious novel, and so the idea of using the secret karmic principle for selfish ends is problematic.

Let us consider a man who has no religious beliefs.  His irreligious nature may be summed up in four principles:

1. There is no God.

2. There is no immortal soul.  There is no Heaven or Hell, and there is no reincarnation.  Death is final.

3. There is no karma.  We do not live in a just world.  Bad things happen to good people, while there are wicked men who live quite comfortably and will never be punished for the evil that they do.

4. Suffering has no meaning.  The world is full of pain and misery that serves no purpose, ending only in death.

What should we say of a man that embodied these irreligious principles, if he fed the hungry, clothed the naked, and nursed the sick, a man that helped others because he cared about them?  Would not this man be more deserving of praise for what he does than one who expects to be rewarded because of some religious belief that he holds?

Only if there is no expectation of a future life can our actions in this life be truly moral.  Only if we have no illusions about living in a just world can our good deeds be truly praiseworthy.

The Last Hurrah (1958)

John Ford directed a lot of good movies in his time, but even his best movies were flawed by his penchant for scenes that are corny and silly. He probably thought of those scenes as providing comic relief, but none of them ever made me laugh. Instead, they usually made me wince. The Last Hurrah is no exception. In fact, it has an excessive amount of such silliness.

Also in excess is the sentiment. Frank Skeffington (Spencer Tracy) is running for a fifth term as mayor of an unspecified New England city, probably Boston, and he is an old-style Irish politician who uses political muscle to do good things for the people of the city, especially those who are needy. Too much goodness, however, can get on your nerves. After a while, we begin to wish for some hint of corruption, that maybe he lined his pockets once in a while. But this is not a subtle movie, where characters have both good and bad traits. The characterizations are simplistic and there are no deviations from type.

There are flaws in Frank’s character actually, but they don’t count because the movie doesn’t want us to think of them that way. For example, when we first meet Frank’s son, Junior, he is portrayed as a worthless playboy who cares so little for his father that he did not watch his father’s speech on television, but rather was out on the town with a couple of beautiful women. Frank is disappointed with his son’s lack of interest in his campaign, and the movie wants us to be disappointed with Junior too. And just to help us out, Junior is played by Arthur Walsh, a dorky-looking actor. But there is no reason why Junior should be interested in politics. He has his own interests and is entitled to live his life the way he wants. Frank is in the wrong for thinking his son has an obligation to be interested in what his father does for a living.

As a substitute, there is Frank’s nephew, Adam Caulfield, who is the son Frank wishes he had, someone who is willing to follow him around and listen to his speeches. And just to make sure we regard this as admirable, Adam is played by the good-looking Jeffrey Hunter. It would have been more interesting if Arthur Walsh had played Adam, while Jeffrey Hunter played Junior, but John Ford wasn’t taking any chances.

Another flaw in Frank’s character that the movie wants us to admire is revealed during a wake. Frank is critical when he sees the expensive coffin. And then we find out that the entire funeral is quite elaborate, involving limousines and a choir as well. Through the conversations, we find that the deceased did not arrange for such a funeral while he was alive, and what is more, the mortician admits that he did not discuss it with the widow either. And since the widow is destitute, the mortician is depicted as being irresponsible for making such decisions as to the obsequies. And so, when Frank threatens to have the mortician’s license revoked if he does not reduce the charge to a pittance, we are supposed to admire Frank for this.

But this is preposterous. Undertakers do not simply make arrangements without talking to anybody about them. In fact, they typically get some family member to sign a contract stating the nature of the funeral, stating its cost, and requiring payment in advance. And so, when Frank puts pressure on the mortician to charge significantly less than what somebody must have approved of, he is simply being virtuous at someone else’s expense. Just because a man is an undertaker with a creepy personality, that does not mean he is not entitled to make a profit just like other businessmen. But the movie apparently wants us to think otherwise.

The editor of a newspaper, Amos Force (John Carradine), refuses to say why he hates Frank so much. Frank tells Adam that his mother, Adam’s grandmother, was a servant in Amos’s house, and he fired her when he caught her stealing a few pieces of fruit (excusable because she was underpaid), after first humiliating her in front of the other servants. And now Amos just can’t stand it that her son became mayor. The fact that we never hear Amos’s side of the story is characteristic of the entire movie: it is completely one-sided in every way.

For just a moment, it looks as though the movie might become interesting. Another of Frank’s adversaries is a banker, Norman Cass, who is played by Basil Rathbone. Norman comes across as an intelligent man, in complete control his passions, capable of acting in a cold, calculating manner. He and other bankers refuse to approve the loans needed to improve the housing conditions of the poor, probably for the simple reason that the bankers are afraid the loans will not be paid back. But as with the mortician, making a profit in this movie is an unworthy motive, which must give way to the public good. In any event, we look forward to how things will develop between Frank and Norman.

But then the movie takes another dive into silliness. Norman has a son, another Junior, who is even more simple-minded and dorky-looking than Frank’s son. Frank threatens to make a laughing stock out of Norman’s son by offering him a position as Fire Commissioner. As a result, Norman agrees to approve the loans for Ward Nine in exchange for getting back the absurd photographs and having Frank agree not to go ahead with the appointment.

Finally, an important theme of this movie is that the old ways are obsolete and must give way to the influence of television in future political campaigns. And then Frank is defeated by a politician who looks even worse on television than he does in real life. No one would vote for such an obvious phony. And since Frank, played by Spencer Tracy, is nothing if not telegenic, his losing the election because of the influence of television makes no sense at all.

It’s Alive (1974 and 2009)

It’s Alive (1974) is so pro-choice that it approves of infanticide. A woman gets pregnant and the possibility of abortion is contemplated but ultimately decided against. Then the woman has the baby, and it is a monster.

No sooner does the horrible creature exit the birth canal than it kills every doctor and nurse in the delivery room. It escapes from the hospital and starts killing everyone it meets. At one crime scene, a detective mentions that his wife is upset because she is eight months pregnant, and his being on the case bothers her, especially since she lost their first baby. To this the other detective, who is obviously lacking in tact, says that people who don’t have children don’t know how lucky they are.

Lenore, the woman who has the baby-monster, was taking birth control pills for thirty-one months before she got pregnant, and the suggestion is made that the pills were what caused the baby to develop into a monster. This might seem to be a disconnect. How can the movie be both pro-abortion and anti-birth control at the same time?

The answer is that it is not birth control that is evil, but rather it is the pharmaceutical company that manufactured the pill. The company representative is worried about a possible lawsuit, and he convinces Lenore’s doctor that he too may be in jeopardy, and therefore it would be better if the baby-monster is killed so that it cannot be studied for medical purposes, which might reveal the company’s and the doctor’s culpability.

Frank, Lenore’s husband, comments that when he saw the movie Frankenstein, he thought the monster’s name was Frankenstein, but when he read the book, he realized that was the doctor’s name. In other words, it was not the monster of that book who was the cause of all the evil, but the doctor. And that is the case with this movie: the baby may be the monster, but the doctor and the pharmaceutical company that created the monster are the villains.

The baby-monster instinctively tries to make its way back to its parents. Lenore loves the baby-monster, and eventually Frank does too.  They want to keep it and raise it. This is reminiscent of Rosemary’s Baby (1968), in which Mia Farrow is raped by Satan, but when she has his baby, her maternal instincts take over, and she has deep affection for it.  That movie, however, is pro-life, saying that if a woman is forced to have a baby, then even if her pregnancy was the result of a rape, she will love it.  But, as It’s Alive points out, love is not an unqualified good. In fact, sometimes love is evil.

Anyway, Frank tries to escape with the baby-monster to keep the police from killing it, and then, when surrounded, tries to talk them into letting it live. But when that fails, he throws the baby at the evil doctor. When the police let loose with a fusillade of bullets directed at the baby-monster, they end up killing the doctor too.

In the last scene, the police detective gets word that another woman has had a baby-monster.

In the sequels, It Lives Again (1978) and It’s Alive III:  Island of the Alive (1987), more baby-monsters are born, while their parents love them so much that they do everything they can to protect and nourish them.

It’s Alive was remade in 2009.  It is interesting to note some of the changes that were made.

The Birth of a Nation (1915)

Most of the time, we watch movies in order to be entertained.  And The Birth of a Nation is entertaining, in a disturbing sort of way.  But its real value is anthropological.  That is, it is an artifact that can tell us something about the culture that produced it.  And what it tells us is not just that this country was extremely racist a hundred years ago, but that it had a clear conscience about it.  For the most part, today’s racists know that their views will meet with disapproval from the majority of Americans.  Some will openly flaunt their racism, reveling in the outrage they arouse.  Others will conceal their animosities, disguising their bigotry as something else, yet knowing that their like-minded fellows will correctly decipher their coded language.  But a hundred years ago, racists had every expectation that their views would have the sanction of God and society, that what they believed was just common sense and right-minded thinking.  This is the attitude that is on full display in The Birth of a Nation.

A lot of apologists for the South claim that the Civil War was not about slavery, but about states’ rights. There is a hint of that in this movie, with the head of the Cameron household expressing alarm that the sovereignty of the individual states is being disregarded by Lincoln’s administration. But the main thrust of this movie is that the mixture of white and black is evil, and that is the ultimate cause of the war. The very first scene depicts the first Africans being brought to America, which was the first step toward disunion. The suggestion is that it would have been better to leave the Africans in Africa.

But it is too late for that, so the next best thing, according to this movie, is white supremacy and segregation, especially in the form of slavery. This is shown as being a workable solution, for we see how happy the black slaves are, dancing a jig for their white masters, whom they adore. The black slaves are depicted as being content with their lot, lucky to be so well cared for.

If the mixing of black and white in a general sense is bad, the mixing of black and white in a sexual sense is a great evil. This movie is positively obsessed with the horror of miscegenation. And the mulatto, the offspring of such an evil union, is naturally the embodiment of that evil. Furthermore, the mulatto, being half black, is legally a “Negro,” and thus his lot is cast with that race. But being half white, he has some of the intelligence and the ambition of a white man, and thus he cannot be satisfied with the black man’s lot. He knows that the only way his position in life can be improved is if the position of blacks in general is improved, if they can become equal to whites, and thus the mulatto becomes a rabble rouser and a sower of discord. The result is that he becomes a traitor to both races.

There are two mulattoes in the movie. The first is Lydia, the housekeeper of Austin Stoneman, a powerful member of the House of Representatives. She is made miserable by the fact that she is almost white, so close to being white that it tears at her soul. She is Stoneman’s mistress, and as such has influence over him, leading us to suspect that she has been instrumental in goading him to help bring about the Civil War to free the slaves and in encouraging him to impose harsh terms on the defeated South at the war’s end.

A second mulatto, Silas Lynch, heads to Piedmont, South Carolina at Stoneman’s request, in order to oversee Reconstruction. When Lynch gets there, he finds the former slaves contentedly continuing to work for their former masters, and even worse, still doing the jig and eating watermelon, so he knows he has his work cut out for him. Soon, Stoneman decides to go to Piedmont for his health, taking his daughter Elsie (Lillian Gish) with him. This suits Lynch just fine, since he has designs on her.

The blacks come to dominate the courts, both as judges and jurors, so that whites are always at a disadvantage, and the blacks win a vast majority of the seats in the state legislature after the election. One of their first acts is to pass a law allowing blacks and whites to marry. In response, Ben Cameron realizes that whites can regain power by forming the Ku Klux Klan.

Meanwhile, Gus, a black captain the in army, has taken a fancy to Ben’s sister Flora (Mae Marsh). He follows her into the woods and begins making advances. She runs to the top of a steep cliff, and when Gus refuses to stay away, she leaps to her death, thereby saving her honor.

Now hostilities break out in a big way. But it is not simply black against white, for many blacks are depicted as loyal to their former masters. Nor is the wartime animosity between North and South of significance compared to the all-important cause of protecting white women from black lust. When a bunch of mostly Southern whites take refuge in a small house where Yankee veterans live, the intertitle says the former enemies are united in defense of their “Aryan birthright.”

Lynch wants to marry Elsie. He says he will preside over a black empire, with her as his queen, but she is horrified. So, he locks her up and prepares for a forced marriage. But then Stoneman, who was temporarily away, returns. When Lynch tells Stoneman that he wants to marry a white woman, Stoneman congratulates him, for he thinks that is a great idea. But when Stoneman finds out it is his daughter Elsie that Lynch wants to marry, he is outraged. The hypocrisy is simplistic and ridiculous.

Meanwhile, back at the house where the Yankees have taken in the Southern whites, the blacks have surrounded the house, trying to break in. When the people inside the house run out of bullets, the men prepare to bash the brains out of two women and a little girl rather than have them suffer a fate worse than death. At the last minute, the Ku Klux Klan rides to the rescue.

In the end, the Klan is victorious, disarming the blacks and disenfranchising them on election day. White rule has been reestablished, and all is well.

Where Danger Lives (1950) and Other Movies about Doctors, Women, and Money

Recently, I decided to watch Where Danger Lives again.  It’s only a minor film noir, but nevertheless entertaining.  This time through, however, I noticed an attitude often found in the movies toward doctors that choose to go into private practice, especially as it regards their relationship with female patients.  But first things first.

Where Danger Lives begins in a hospital where Jeff Cameron (Robert Mitchum) works as a doctor. He is dedicated to his profession, and so much so that a nurse reprimands him for working too hard (fifteen hours a day). To underscore what a good man Jeff is, his patients are children, with whom he has a terrific bedside manner. He tells a story about Elmer the Elephant to a girl in an iron lung to help her fall asleep, which she does before the story is finished.

Then he chats with a boy, promising that they will have more baseball discussions in the future.  The boy mentions that he knows Jeff will be going away.  The nurse says, in an apologetic tone, that she told him that Jeff will be going into private practice.

We get the sense that there is something wrong with Jeff’s going into private practice, that it means that he values making money more than caring for people. This seems to be what those who produced this movie wanted us to think, for they clearly put in the scene about Jeff’s intention to go into private practice for a reason, even though we never see it come to fruition. Remove that one brief scene with the boy, and the rest of the movie could have been exactly the same, without anyone thinking there was something missing. The point is that Jeff is guilty of shirking his duty to serve the public good for the sake of private greed.

Julie Dorn (Maureen O’Sullivan), a nurse, is Jeff’s fiancée. We know that their relationship is wholesome because he regularly gives her a white rose. But that is about to change.  As he is leaving the hospital for the night, he is delayed by an emergency.  A woman has attempted suicide, presumably by taking sleeping pills, since she is unconscious.  The woman is Margo Lannington (Faith Domergue), and when she wakes up, she sees Julie’s white rose and thinks it is for her, saying she likes red roses instead. When Margo grabs Jeff’s hand to thank him for pulling her through, Julie senses something, raising her eyebrows and glancing at Jeff.

As it turns out, Julie’s doubts and suspicions are justified. Just as Jeff is abandoning the children in the hospital, so too does he abandon Julie, breaking a date with her one night so he can be with Margo.  On another night, as he is leaving the hospital, Julie tells him the girl in the iron lung wants him to finish the story about Elmer the Elephant.  He says he doesn’t have time for that girl, and that he hates Elmer the Elephant.  He tells Julie that she should just make up something to end it, like Elephant gets Elephant.  He doesn’t have time for the girl because he has another date with Margo, bringing her a red rose, red being an obvious symbol for lust, the new sin added to the previous one of avarice.

Jeff doesn’t know it, but Margo is married.  He only finds out about this later because Margo has lied to him, telling him that her husband, Frederick Lannington (Claude Rains), who has been away fishing, is her father.  This lie leads to a confrontation between the two men when Jeff shows up one night unexpected. Frederick says, “Margo married me for my money.  I married her for her youth. We both got what we wanted, after a fashion.”  This eventually leads to blows and ultimately to Frederick’s death.

Jeff, who was hit with a fire iron during the fight, believes he accidentally killed Frederick, and he is now suffering from a concussion.  Unable to think straight, he lets Margo talk him into fleeing with her. From that point on, everyone they come into contact with wants money from them. By the time they get to the border, they are broke. But then Margo reveals that for years she has been squirreling her husband’s money away in a Mexican bank in her maiden name. Jeff realizes that it was Margo who murdered her husband, smothering him with a pillow while Jeff was out of the room. She then tries to smother Jeff. Later she shoots him. Then the police shoot her.

Her dying confession exonerates Jeff, who wakes up in a hospital.  It is clear that he and Julie are going to get back together, white rose and all. While nothing is said one way or the other, we can’t help but believe that once he recovers and is no longer a patient in this hospital, he will return to the hospital where he works as a resident much in the way he is returning to Julie. He has presumably learned his lesson about wanting to go into private practice.

As a general rule, movies tend to look favorably on doctors that work in hospitals. That is why we feel good about Dr. McKenna (James Stewart) in The Man Who Knew Too Much (1956) when we find out that he practices at the Good Samaritan Hospital back in Indianapolis.  This is reinforced when we are informed that he and his family traveled to Paris so he could attend a medical convention, definitely a sign of dedication.  After that, they traveled to Morocco for reasons of nostalgia, for he served at an army field hospital during the war and is proud of the contribution he made there.  There are exceptions, of course.  For example, even though Dr. George Harris (Richard Widmark) works in a hospital in Coma (1978), he turns out to be a villain.

With some movies, it is not a matter of working in a hospital as opposed to having a private practice; it is working in the public sector rather than the private sector. In Panic in the Streets (1950), for example, Dr. Clinton Reed (Richard Widmark) is an officer in the U.S. Public Health Service.  Like Jeff in Where Danger Lives, he works hard.  In the first day he’s had off in six weeks, he gets a call from someone at his office.  It seems that a man who was murdered had the pneumonic plague. Needless to say, this is a serious matter.  The killer needs to be tracked down before he spreads the disease.

However, Reed’s family is struggling financially, owing money at the grocery store, and he is tempted to take a job with an oil company as a medical advisor.  His wife Nancy (Barbara Bel Geddes) admonishes him for thinking about such things, telling him how important his job is right now, that he is doing exactly what he planned on doing when he was still in school.  We know he will do the right thing, continuing to work as a dedicated public servant rather than take a job in the private sector, even though his family can barely make ends meet, which isn’t going to get any easier since Nancy is going to have another baby.

In some cases, a doctor gives up a lucrative private practice so he can do medical research, which is what Dr. Steele (George Brent) does in Dark Victory (1939), after performing one last (unsuccessful) brain surgery on Judith Traherne (Bette Davis). It will be less remunerative than his private practice, but he believes his research will be of greater benefit to humanity.

So, what is it about private practice that is so rewarding financially? According to the movies, it is rich women who are hypochondriacs.  And it is always women, mind you, never men.  There is the occasional movie, of course, where a man is a hypochondriac, but I have never seen a movie where a doctor makes a good living by regularly treating rich men who are hypochondriacs.  It is the women that are as foolish as they are wealthy that provide the doctor with a rewarding practice, the reason being that they enjoy the attention of the male doctor with whom they are infatuated.

This is played for laughs in A Day at the Races (1937), where Dr. Hugo Z. Hackenbush (Groucho Marx) manages to make the wealthy Mrs. Emily Upjohn (Margaret Dumont) dependent on him by convincing her that she is suffering from obscure illnesses and in need of his care.

This is such a cliché that if a doctor is in private practice, the movie will sometimes make it clear that he is nevertheless more interested in contributing to the public good than in making money off such women. In Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1931), for example, we learn early in the movie that Dr. Jekyll (Frederic March) has chosen to forgo catering to the Duchess of Densmore, who is a hypochondriac, so he can attend to his charity cases in the free wards.  In the next scene, we see a little girl struggling with her crutches. Thanks to Jekyll’s treatment of her, however, she has been cured, and with a little coaxing, he gets her to give up her crutches and start walking on her own, much to her delight.  This is to show us that Dr. Jekyll is a good man in his role as a doctor before the evil Mr. Hyde shows up.

In Arrowsmith (1931), the title doctor, played by Ronald Colman, wants to be a research scientist like Dr. Gottleib.  When Dr. Gottleib offers to take Arrowsmith with him to the McGurk Institute, Arrowsmith has to turn him down.  He is getting married to Leora (Helen Hayes), and he needs to go into private practice to support the two of them.  Dr. Gottleib is disgusted, saying, “Practice! To give pills to ladies, to hold their hands for them, to make their diets for them.”  Eventually Arrowsmith is able to do the medical research he always wanted to, but only after Leora loses her baby and learns that she can never have children.  Had the baby lived, one suspects that Arrowsmith would have had to continue in private practice.  Later, when Leora dies, this really frees him up to do the research he has always wanted to do, all for the greater good of mankind.

Green for Danger (1946) takes place in a British hospital that treats casualties during WWII.  A nurse reminds the surgeon, played by Leo Genn, how nice he had it in private practice before the war: “Rolls-Royce, lovely ladies.”  She notes that the ladies were happy to be in his consulting room on account of his “wounded stag look that no woman can resist.”  Later she refers to the women “who used to dither in and out of your consulting room in a flutter of checks and eyelashes.”  He says he misses the checks.

In Bad for Each Other (1953), Dr. Tom Owen (Charlton Heston) is pushed by Helen (Lizabeth Scott) to give up public service as a full colonel in the army to become an associate in a health clinic in Pittsburg that treats wealthy women.  As an indication of their strong sexual desires, all the rich women in this movie seem to be having adulterous affairs on a regular basis.  Having gotten a look at what a hunk Tom is, they can’t wait to make an appointment, get naked, and be examined by him.

After examining Lucille, one of his patients, she asks him if she will see him at a social function on Friday.  He says she will, and she says, “I hope you’ll recognize me with my clothes on.”  There is nothing wrong with her, of course, but to play along with the charade, he says he is prescribing “something to quiet your nerves.”  Tom’s nurse, Joan, gives Lucille a knowing look.  She is idealistic and doesn’t approve of Tom’s clientele of wealthy women who have nothing wrong with them.

Part of this movie is set in a coal-mining town, Coalville, to be exact.  Tom’s father and grandfather worked as coal miners.  In some movies about coal miners, like How Green Was My Valley (1941), one gets the sense that there is something honorable about continuing to work in the mines, even when there is a way to get out, so it’s no wonder that Tom’s mother disapproves of the way Tom’s older brother didn’t want to work in the coal mines too.  She doesn’t expect that of Tom, but she believes that, at the very least, he should live in Coalville and be a doctor for the coal miners.  One night there is a big accident in one of the coal mines. After working to save lives, Tom sees the error of his ways, breaks off his engagement with Helen and opens up an office in Coalville.  It is still private practice, but since he intends to treat poor coal miners rather than rich women, that makes it all right.  Joan approves of this change and continues to be his nurse.  We gather they will eventually marry.

In The Citadel (1938), on the other hand, coal mining is depicted quite differently. Dr. Andrew Manson (Robert Donat) starts out with noble aspirations about helping Welsh coal miners with lung conditions, but these miners are an ignorant, ungrateful lot.  They don’t mind having him for a doctor, but they don’t like the medical research he tries to do on the side, so they destroy all his notes and laboratory equipment.  He and his wife Christine (Rosalind Russell) give up and move to London.  He has a hard time making it, but one day he is called upon when a woman’s regular doctor is away.  He is brought to a room where Miss Toppy LeRoy, a rich, beautiful woman, is lying on the floor screaming.  He immediately diagnoses her problem as willful hysteria and slaps her until she stops.  His prescription for her is to get a husband and have children.

As he leaves, he runs into an acquaintance from medical school, Dr. Frederick Lawford (Rex Harrison), who invites him to come with him while he visits Lady Raebank, a rich hypochondriac at the most expensive, snob nursing home in London.  It isn’t long before Andrew himself starts making a lot of money by also treating rich women who have nothing wrong with them.  Another doctor who is in on the scam, Dr. Charles Every (Cecil Parker), points out while he and other doctors are playing golf that whenever Lawford speaks in general terms about patients, he always uses the feminine gender.

In addition to all the money that can be made off rich women, doctors that treat them have plenty of leisure time, and nothing says that better than a game of golf.  Unlike Jeff in Where Danger Lives, who works fifteen hours a day, or Dr. Reed in Panic in the Streets, who gets one day off every six weeks, these doctors in The Citadel don’t have to put in the long and hard.

Christine does not approve of Andrew’s unethical behavior, billing patients for doing nothing, prescribing treatments that don’t cure ailments that don’t exist.  It doesn’t help when she reads in the society page about Andrew being entertained by Miss Toppy LeRoy on a night when he said he would be home late on account of business.  Christine eventually tells Andrew that his work isn’t supposed to be about making money, but about helping his fellow man.  He tells her he doesn’t want to discuss it.

When Andrew’s best friend is hit by a car and needs surgery, Dr. Every, who only knows how to cater to rich women, botches the operation, and the friend dies. Andrew has a revelation.  Christine was right.  He is not supposed to make lots of money.  He is supposed to serve mankind.

There is a famous quotation from Adam Smith’s The Wealth of Nations recognizing the social good of the free market, where people seeking after their own interests end up providing benefits for others:

It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker, that we expect our dinner, but from their regard to their own interest. We address ourselves, not to their humanity but to their self-love, and never talk to them of our own necessities but of their advantages.

Well, this may be true of butchers, brewers, and bakers, but not of doctors, if the movies are any indication.  Those movies do indeed address the humanity of doctors, expecting them to act from benevolence rather than from self-love, and working long, hard hours when they do so.  And that means they must leave those silly, rich women alone with their imaginary ailments.

On the Need for Public Displays of Grief

From a sentimental point of view, the death of Beau Biden makes it more difficult for his father, Joe Biden, to run for president.  From a cynical point of view, it might make it easier.

Joe Scarborough once said that a prominent Republican told him that he wanted to run for president in 2012, but to be successful, he would have to defeat America’s first African American president, and he didn’t want to be that guy.  That person is probably one of the candidates now running for the Republican nomination.  Along similar lines, in order for Joe Biden to become the next president, he would have to defeat Hillary Clinton, who is set to become America’s first female president.  And that would be a most dastardly deed.

This same reasoning probably lies behind the reticence of other prominent Democrats to run for president this year.  Martin O’Malley, Jim Webb, and Lincoln Chafee are not serious contenders. They are probably running for vice president or some other place in a future Clinton administration, or they may just be hoping to get more name recognition.  And sometimes candidates run not so much with the expectation of winning as to promote their favorite cause. It might be that Lincoln Chafee just wants to promote the use of the metric system.  Bernie Sanders might have originally decided to run for that purpose, to advance his populist agenda, although by now he probably figures he really has a chance at winning.  Though his winning would deprive America of its first female president, yet it would give America its first socialist president, and that would be just as significant, if not more so.

If Joe Biden were to enter the race, he would be a serious candidate with a chance of winning both the nomination and the presidency, so he is not like Messrs. O’Malley, Webb, and Chafee. In fact, as the sitting vice president, his gaining the nomination of his party is almost obligatory.  One has to go back to the Truman administration to find a sitting vice president, Alben W. Barkley, who wanted the nomination but did not receive it.  However, Biden is a white male with mainstream political views, so his election would not constitute, in itself, some kind of progressive breakthrough the way electing a woman or a socialist would.

Furthermore, while sitting vice presidents usually get the nomination, they typically fail to win the election.  George H. W. Bush was an exception to this, of course, but you have to go all the way back to Martin Van Buren to find another.  So if Biden were to run, not only might he spoil America’s chance at having a woman for president, but he might also fail to win in the general election besides, thereby ending his career as a loser.

But the death of his son changes Biden’s prospects, and not necessarily for the worse.  Just before he died, Beau told his father that he wanted him to run for president.  I admit to being a cynic of sorts, but I would never go so far as to say that Joe Biden made up this death-bed request.  That would be something you might see in a bad political melodrama.  The story is undoubtedly true. But he didn’t have to make it public.  That was a deliberate choice.

Granted it was a choice, the question remains what the motive in making it public was.  As we all know, people grieve in different ways.  It might have been a natural impulse on Biden’s part to tell others what his son’s last words to him were.  But the political implications of relating that information is undeniable, and it may have entered into his political calculations.  In other words, interfering with Hillary’s hopes seems more justifiable if Biden’s run for the presidency can be cast as the fulfillment of a dying son’s last wish.

To say that there was a political calculation in making that story public is not to say his grief was not genuine, for love and selfishness can coexist in the mind at the same time.  My mother was devastated when my father died, and it took her a long time to get over it.  But she later confessed to me that when the doctor at the hospital informed her that her husband had passed away, the song “Ding Dong!  The Witch Is Dead!” popped into her head.

A couple of days ago, Biden appeared on the Late Show, and he spent much of the time talking of Beau’s death, during which he became emotional.  Again, cynic though I am, I do not doubt that the emotion was genuine.  Much was made of Bill Clinton’s calculated display of grief at Ron Brown’s funeral almost twenty years ago.  He was laughing at something when he saw the camera was on him, and then he tried to recover by looking sad and wiping away a tear. But then, I have done as much myself.  To refer again to my father’s death, from the time he died until his funeral a few days later, I drifted in and out of grief, so that at times I was in a perfectly good mood.  On the day of the funeral, my cousin started talking to me, and she told me about something amusing that happened to her at work, and I was laughing at her salacious account when I suddenly heard my mother call out to me, letting me know that the minister was ready, and it was time for us to be seated near the grave.  Like Bill Clinton, I immediately did a face swipe, displaying a mournful countenance, while kicking myself for being distracted by my cousin’s ribaldry.  Therefore, I have no doubt that Bill Clinton was genuinely saddened by the death of Ron Brown, despite the fact that he was caught laughing and then tried to cover it up. By the same token, I do not doubt for a moment that what we saw of Biden’s heartache on the Late Show was genuine.

But once again, it is the public display that inspires cynicism.  Because we all grieve in our own way, perhaps some people just need to grieve on television. Perhaps it is because I never had the opportunity of using a television appearance as an outlet for my own bereavement that I fail to appreciate just how cathartic it can be to have millions of people watch as you get choked up talking about the death of a loved one.  Still, allowing as best I can for the relativity of it all, the idea of doing something like that simply does not appeal to me.  And so, once again, a cynical interpretation naturally presents itself. Again, I do not doubt that the emotion was genuine.  It is the motive for making it public that makes me think there was a political calculation behind it.

Suppose Biden had not told us about his son’s wish that he run for president, and suppose further that he had grieved in private all this time. Then, about a month from now, Biden suddenly declares he is running for president.Though months would have passed between the death of his son and his announcement, yet in the public’s mind there would be an incongruous lurch from anguish to ambition.  It is not Biden alone who must be prepared emotionally to run for president.  The public must be prepared for it too.  We must see the sorrow and the struggle.  Then, a few weeks from now, when Biden throws his hat in the ring, we can be satisfied that a proper period of mourning has elapsed, buttressed by comparisons to the past. We are told that he considered resigning from his recently won senate seat on account of an automobile accident that killed his wife and his daughter, and that injured his two sons. However, he was persuaded not to resign and threw himself into his work instead.  As a result, the public is ready to believe that Biden will deal with his grief by running for president.

It does not follow from this that Biden will actually run.  Hillary’s numbers in the polls might start to improve, and all the ordinary calculations that might deter him from running may be decisive.  But if circumstances prove to be propitious, Biden has prepared the way for his candidacy through these calculated, public displays of grief, genuine though that grief may be.

Rape and Race in the Movies

In Sergeant Rutledge (1960), which is a Western directed by John Ford, a black soldier faces a court martial for the rape and murder of a white girl.  At the end of the movie, someone else, a white man, of course, confesses to having committed the crime, and the title character is acquitted.

The movie To Kill a Mockingbird (1962) is, along with a few subplots, a story about a black man who is accused of raping a white woman in Alabama in the 1930s.  Most of the white people in the town are ready to lynch him, being sure that he is guilty.  By virtue of some rather fortuitous evidence, that the black man does not have full use of his left hand, it is clear that the white woman lied about being raped.  The town is so prejudiced, however, that he is convicted anyway.

In the movie Judge Horton and the Scottsboro Boys (1976), nine black teenagers are accused of raping two white girls.  Once again we are in Alabama in the 1930s.  Once again there is a lot of prejudice in the town and a presumption that the African American youths are guilty.  Once again, it is pretty clear that the white girls are lying.  The boys are convicted anyway.

At the time these movies were made, the typical reaction of the audience was to deplore this racial prejudice, especially in what was regarded as the ultimate outrage in the Jim Crow South, the rape of a white woman by a black man.  This obsession was made especially clear in the movie Birth of a Nation (1915), the racist classic that justified the formation of the Ku Klux Klan as the only way to keep black men from molesting white women.

Interestingly enough, there is one thing that these four movies have in common.  No such rape of a white woman by a black man ever takes place. It is threatened in Birth of a Nation, a white man did the raping in Sergeant Rutledge, and the rapes are spurious in To Kill a Mockingbird and Judge Horton and the Scottsboro Boys; but in none of these movies is there a rape of a white woman by a black man.  The reason why this is so in the latter three movies is obvious, because the point was to create sympathy for African Americans, who are often treated unfairly.  In the case of Birth of a Nation, however, an actual rape of a white woman by a black man would have been too horrible to contemplate.

From completely diverse motives then, movies in which a black man actually rapes a white woman are rare, a couple of exceptions being Deep in My Heart (1999) and The Further Adventures of Tennessee Buck (1988), movies you have probably never even heard of, let alone seen.  A slightly more well-known movie in which this rare cinematic event occurs is Death Wish II (1982), about which more later.  In most cases, however, there is only the accusation of rape, which turns out not to be true.  And the way in which the accusation turns out not to be true in To Kill a Mockingbird and Judge Horton and the Scottsboro Boys is that the white women lied.

Another movie in which a man of color is accused of rape but is exonerated when it turns out that the woman lied is A Passage to India (1984).  The movie is set in India in the early part of the twentieth century when it was still under British rule.  A white Englishwoman accuses an Indian of trying to rape her, but she recants on the witness stand.  It is our impression that her lie was not deliberate, but rather that she became hysterical as a result of being unable to come to terms with her repressed sexuality.

I must confess that when I saw these movies when they first were made, I accepted the idea that the women lied as not only being plausible, but perhaps more importantly, as in no way being inconsistent with the progressive attitude of the movies.  In other words, such things go on in the world, but that does not guarantee their being depicted in a movie.  To take the example already alluded to, that of black men raping white women, while such things do occur in real life, they are almost nonexistent in the movies. And with the exception of Birth of a Nation, the reason is a desire on the part of the movie industry to portray African Americans (or Indians, in the case of A Passage to India) in a positive light.  But that same industry, the same producers in fact, had not the slightest qualm about making the women be the villains as part of their progressive agenda.  Their conscience was undoubtedly as clear on this score as mine was when I watched these movies with approval.  The fact that women do sometimes lie about being raped is not an explanation, for what is real and what we want to see in a movie are two different things.

Over the years there has been a gradual awareness of the prejudice against women when it comes to rape.  A lot of men used to think (and some still do) that rape is not a big deal (who can forget the old advice to “just relax and enjoy it”?).  Some rapes are dismissed as not being “legitimate” or as not being “rape-rape.”  In other cases, women are said to have brought it on themselves by dressing provocatively or by egging men on.  And finally, some are thought to be vindictive, seeking revenge for having been scorned.

Slowly, social consciousness is finally coming around to a more progressive attitude about rape, one that takes women seriously when they make this charge.  Unfortunately, women do sometimes lie about rape, as in the notorious case about “Jackie,” whose alleged rape was reported and then retracted by Rolling Stone magazine.  But that is reality, over which we have no choice.  Where we do have a choice is in deciding what is acceptable to put in a movie.  Given the climate today, it seems to me unlikely that a major motion picture will soon be produced that involves a woman falsely accusing a man of rape.  In particular, I have to wonder if To Kill a Mockingbird could be made today.  Hollywood is always looking for a movie to remake, especially if the original was a big hit.  And since the original was filmed in black and white, some might regard a remake as justified in that this time it could be filmed in color.  But I don’t think so.  I suspect that a movie in which a woman lies about being raped might be as unacceptable today as a movie about a black man raping a white woman.  It is ironic that the movie we once embraced for its progressive denunciation of racism, we might now have to regard as flawed for the misogynistic way it played off a prejudice against women who claim to have been raped.

Of course, To Kill a Mockingbird is even less likely to be remade now after the release of another novel by Harper Lee, Go Set a Watchman, which is actually the first version of To Kill a Mockingbird.  An editor advised her to rewrite the story, which she did.  To Kill a Mockingbird is a story about a girl named Scout, whose father, Atticus Finch, defends a black man, Tom Robinson, accused of raping a white woman, Mayella Ewell, in a small town in Alabama in the 1930s.  Though Atticus proves that Robinson is innocent, a prejudiced jury convicts him anyway.  Later, when Scout and her brother are attacked by Mayella’s father, Bob Ewell, Boo Radley, a mentally retarded man, saves them by killing Ewell.  Atticus and the sheriff pretend to accept the story that Ewell fell on his own knife.

Gregory Peck, who played Atticus in the movie, has on occasion played a bad man, as in Duel in the Sun (1946), but when he plays the good guy, no one can surpass him for being morally upright. In fact, sometimes he is so good that it is a little too much to bear.  He is almost nothing but superego, an embodiment of moral rectitude.  I often suspected that the reason Atticus’s wife has been dead for some time when the story begins is so that we won’t think of him having sex, which might make us think him capable of being motivated by a strong passion rather than by the light of reason informed by knowledge of right and wrong.  Also, the love between a father and his daughter, which a lot of people think is the more important feature of the story, would lose some of its intensity if there were a mother for Scout and a wife for Atticus with whom the love would have to be shared.

As there will not likely be a remake of To Kill a Mockingbird, so too is it doubtful there will be a movie based on Go Set a Watchman, though for very different reasons.  In the earlier version of the story, Scout, as Jean Louise, returns home at the age of twenty-six to find that her father has an id.  He denounces the Supreme Court for Brown v. Board of Education, because he is opposed to integration, he despises the N.A.A.C.P., and it is revealed that he once attended a meeting of the Ku Klux Klan.  At one point, he says, “The Negroes down here are still in their childhood as a people,” and he asks his daughter, “Do you want Negroes by the carload in our schools and churches and theaters?  Do you want them in our world?”

There has never been anything like this.  The disconnect between the saintly, much-revered Atticus of To Kill a Mockingbird and the racist of Go Set a Watchman borders on blasphemy.

When watching the movie, I always had misgivings in To Kill a Mockingbird when Atticus shoots a dog with rabies.  I figured the point was to prepare the way for when Boo (Robert Duvall) kills Bob Ewell (James Anderson), who figuratively is a mad dog that needs killing.  But it bothered me that the mob that comes to lynch Tom Robinson (Brock Peters) probably had exactly the same attitude, that Tom was a mad dog that needed killing. I always had a sense that the movie was inadvertently justifying lynching.

But now I am not so sure it was inadvertent.  In Go Set a Watchman, Jean Louise, as the grown-up Scout, is portrayed as disillusioned by what she discovers about her father, saying to him, “I’ll never believe a word you say to me again. I despise you and everything you stand for.”  On the surface, one would think that Harper Lee is expressing her disapproval of racism through this character.  But that may be just a front, a pretense of disapproval as a devious way of advocating her racist views through Atticus.  Furthermore, Jean Louise’s views are not that different from his.  At one point in her discussion with her father, she says, “We’ve agreed that they [Negroes] are backward, that they’re illiterate, that they’re dirty and comical and shiftless and no good, they’re infants and they’re stupid, some of them, but we haven’t agreed on one thing and we never will. You deny that they’re human.”  And so, perhaps the killing of the mad dog really was a subliminal way of justifying lynch mobs.

Whereas in To Kill a Mockingbird, Robinson is convicted, in Go Set a Watchman, he is acquitted.  I take this as a southern defense of the South’s judicial system during the Jim Crow period.  Go Set a Watchman is saying that a black man accused of raping a white woman can get justice. In other words, the book has it both ways.  Through the mad dog metaphor, it justifies the lynching of evildoers in the old days, while at the same time assuring us that when a black man was actually innocent, he was likely to be acquitted, even by an all white jury.

There are those who argue that To Kill a Mockingbird, as book or movie, stands on its own, and that authorial intent, as revealed by Go Set a Watchman, is irrelevant.  For most of us, however, the latter contaminates the former, and few people will ever be able to regard To Kill a Mockingbird in the same light again.

To return to the main issue of this essay, the way the movies handle rape across racial lines, African Americans turn out to be innocent of rape charges in To Kill a Mockingbird and Judge Horton and the Scottsboro Boys because the white girls lie about being raped.  In Sergeant Rutledge, however, the white girl is not only raped, but also murdered, and so the device of having the girl lie about being raped is not available.  Instead, it turns out that a white man actually raped and killed her.  However, some of the blame for what happens still falls on the girl.

The main female character of this movie, Mary Beecher (Constance Towers), is a strong, independent-thinking woman. However, most of the rest of the women in this movie are a bunch of simpleminded old biddies, whose purpose in life is to be scandalized by the shameful behavior of others.  One of the things that scandalize these women is the behavior of Lucy Dabney (Toby Michaels), the girl who is subsequently raped and strangled. The women chastise her for riding a horse astride. But Lucy says, in front of Chandler Hubble (Fred Libby), who we eventually find out is the one that actually raped her, that as long as she says her prayers and behaves herself, her father doesn’t care if she rides around like Lady Godiva. It is also worked into the conversation that her mother is dead. In other words, Lucy does not have a simpleminded old biddy for a mother to instill the proper sense of decorum into her.

At the end, Lieutenant Tom Cantrell (Jeffrey Hunter), whose job it is to defend Rutledge (Woody Strode), beats a confession out of Hubble while he is on the witness stand. Hubble admits that he had to rape Lucy because of the way she walked, the way she moved her body. You see, what with Lucy’s having her legs spread-eagled when she rides a horse and putting into Hubble’s mind the image of her being naked while on that horse as well, it was just too much for him. In other words, the movie is just a hair from blaming the victim, although it stops short of that, blaming the circumstance of her not having a mother to raise her properly instead.  One might think that the real blame for the rape would fall on Hubble, the man who raped her. But the movie portrays him as having acted under a sexual compulsion (especially since his wife is deceased, thereby depriving him of a normal sexual outlet). The point seems to be that it is up to women to behave in such a way as to not unleash the demon in men such as Hubble.

One way to make rape across racial lines more suitable for movie audiences is to lessen the color difference between the man and woman.  This can be done in two ways, by having the man belong to a race less dark than that of an African American, or by making the white woman be a brunette instead of a blonde.  In the movie The Searchers (1956), for example, Debbie, a dark-haired girl of about eight, is abducted by the Comanches, and the rest of the movie consists of Ethan (John Wayne) and Martin (Jeffrey Hunter) searching for her. As the years go by, it becomes clear that Debbie is getting to the age where the Indians will start having sex with her.  The thought of such defilement makes Ethan want to kill her, and even Laurie (Vera Miles) agrees that Debbie’s mother would have wanted Ethan to put a bullet in her brain. Just to get us in the mood for what is coming, Ethan and Martin check out some girls that had been captives of the Comanches to see if one of them is Debbie. We see three girls who are all crazy to point of either screaming or laughing maniacally. And they are all blonde.  But later, when at last they find Debbie, who is about thirteen and is one of the squaws of the Comanche chief, the principal villain of the film, she seems just fine.  And, as she is played by Natalie Wood, she is a brunette.  The idea seems to be that white brunettes can tolerate being raped by men of a darker race, because they have a dark aspect themselves, and thus can absorb the shock; but blondes cannot, for they are so white and pure that the violation destroys them.

The Searchers is another movie for which there will never be a remake, because Indians have all been replaced by Native Americans.  Native Americans are peace-loving indigenous people, who are close to Nature, at one with the environment, full of shape-shifting spirituality, and whom we stole this land from and treated atrociously.  Indians, on the other hand, are vicious savages that scalp men, rape women, and subject their captives to horrible tortures. Unable to hold their liquor, they are always going off the reservation, impeding our Manifest Destiny.  The last time Indians in this sense were in a Western was in The Man Who Loved Cat Dancing (1973), where they tried to rape a white woman. Since then, if a woman in a Western supposedly gets raped by a Native American, it always turns out that it was white men who did it, as in the movie The Lone Ranger (2013).  If an Indian actually scalps someone, as in Dances with Wolves (1990), it is a bad Indian, as opposed to the good Indians (i.e., Native Americans) in the movie who would never do such a thing. In other words, when it comes to raping white women, Native Americans have achieved the same immunity in the movies that African Americans have:  it practically never happens.

On the other hand, when rape is only threatened, then the difference in color can be as extreme as possible.  Consider, for example, the movie King Kong (1933) and its remakes in 1976 and 2005.  As many critics have observed, these movies subliminally play off the white man’s fear of black lust for white women.  And in each version, it is a blonde that King Kong captures and falls in love with. Having Ann Darrow played by a brunette just would not be the same.  She has to be a blonde to make the thought of rape as horrible as possible, which the movie is able to suggest with impunity because their difference in size makes any actual rape impossible.

As noted above, one exception to the general rule that African Americans do not rape white women in the movies is Death Wish II (1982).  However, color difference is minimized to make the rape more palatable.  Actually, there are two women in this movie that are raped.  The first one is gang raped, and two of the men that rape her are dark-skinned African Americans.  However, the woman is Latina, and this reduces the color difference.  The second woman, however, is a Caucasian, but she is raped by a light-skinned African American, once again reducing the color difference.  Also, she is a brunette rather than a blonde, thereby further reducing the difference.

Even so, this movie is definitely an exception.  Since then, movies that depict rape across racial lines typically have the man be white and the woman be dark, as in A Time to Kill (1996) or 12 Years a Slave (2013).  We are fortunate to still have white males available for the depiction of the worst forms of evil and depravity in general and of rape in particular.

Double Indemnity (1944)

There is nothing new about a woman and her lover killing her husband.  That’s been going on since Clytemnestra and Aegisthus murdered Agamemnon.  What inspired James M. Cain to write Double Indemnity was the additional feature of insurance, as in the case of Ruth Snyder, whose murder trial Cain covered as a journalist in 1927.  While having an affair with Judd Gray, she got her husband Albert to take out a life insurance policy with a double indemnity clause, one that promised to pay extra in case the insured died by accident or by some violent means.  This added a whole new dimension to an old story.

Let this be a warning to all husbands.  The whole point of life insurance is to provide for your loved ones, say your wife and children, in the event of your death.  The manner of your death has nothing to do with their dependency on you as a breadwinner.  Their needs will be the same whether you die in your sleep or fall off a cliff.  So, if your wife seems to be taking an undue interest in the double indemnity clause of the policy you are considering, this should occasion a moment of reflection.

My mother once told me that a man might be averse to taking out a life insurance policy for fear that after his death, his wife will squander all the money on some younger man.  But if the policy also has a double indemnity clause that the wife keeps asking the salesman about, she may already have that younger man, with special plans for him later.  Some believe Albert refused to take out that policy, for just that reason, but with the connivance of the insurance salesman, anxious to get his commission, Albert’s name on the policy was forged.

Killing Albert turned out to be something of a challenge, but after several attempts, Snyder and Gray managed it.  They were sloppy, however, leaving behind incriminating evidence.  Eventually, they turned on each other, as if that would help.  Both of them died in the electric chair.

Never mentioned in the story of Ruth Snyder is that, in all likelihood, there was a time when she and Albert loved each other very much.  They took their vows in all sincerity, fully believing every word of the ceremony, “to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.”  That last part turned out to have a significance neither of them could have imagined at the time.

One of the painful things about the movie Two for the Road (1967) is the way it keeps jumping back and forth between the four stages of love:  when the man and woman first meet, their courtship, their marriage, and the affairs they have after love has died.  The movie won’t let us forget how these two miserable people were once so much in love.  But in real life, we do forget.  And so it was, in all probability, that while Ruth and Judd were cuddling in bed, they convinced themselves that she never felt that way about Albert, and Judd never felt that way about his wife.  More importantly, it never occurred to them that the contempt, if not hatred, they presently had for the ones they married, they might someday have for each other.

Have there been stories in which men have murdered their wives for the insurance money?  Yes, of course.  But such stories just do not capture the imagination in the same way.  Perhaps it’s because men are more violent than women, more likely to commit murder, so we are not as shocked when a man murders his wife.  I regularly hear about men killing their wives or girlfriends and whoever else happens to be in the room on the nightly news.  And that’s the local news I’m talking about.  As for women, perhaps it’s because we tend to be sentimental about women, seeing them as being more caring, loving, and nurturing than men are, and so it is more shocking when a woman murders her husband.  Still, there have been movies made in which a man murders his wife for money, such as Sorry, Wrong Number (1948), but they just don’t horrify us as much as when it is the woman that murders her husband.

Just as there is nothing new about a woman murdering her husband, neither is there anything new about murder being committed for money.  But when it is money being paid out by an insurance company, money also becomes a motive for solving the crime.  Cain also made an insurance policy part of the plot in the The Postman Always Rings Twice, which was made into a movie in 1946.  Normally, if the beneficiary of a policy is charged with murdering the policyholder, the insurance company will delay paying the claim:  if the beneficiary is acquitted, the company will pay; if he is convicted, it will not.  In this movie, however, it is the other way around.  The prosecutor waits to see what the insurance company’s investigators come up with.  When these top-notch investigators fail to find incriminating evidence, the insurance company pays the claim.  That is when the prosecutor realizes he doesn’t have a case.  I don’t think that’s the way things work in real life, but the idea is that a police detective gets paid whether he solves a crime or not, but when an insurance company stands to lose a lot of money, they will try much harder to prove foul play.

As another example, an insurance investigator solves a crime in The Killers (1946) because his company had to pay off when the money stolen was never recovered.  In a similar way, money is also the motive in films noir in which a private detective solves a crime when the police failed to.  So, instead of the police solving the crime as part of their duty to enforce the law, films noir cynically reject this idealistic notion by making money the central motive of the investigation rather than justice.

In the case of Snyder and Gray, the police solved the crime all by themselves.  The insurance policy merely supplied the motive.  But in his novel, Cain wisely made Keyes, Claims Manager for General Fidelity of California, the principal detective on the case.  Keyes seems to have uncanny powers of intuition when it comes to spotting insurance fraud.  In the movie, he refers to it as the “little man” inside his chest, who gives him indigestion whenever a phony claim comes before him.  But it is an intuition distilled from years of having immersed himself in statistics and actuarial tables, along with dealing with insurance fraud directly.  In the movie, there is a scene in which Keyes (Edward G. Robinson) is talking to Walter Neff (Fred MacMurray), the insurance salesman who conspired with Phyllis Dietrichson (Barbara Stanwyck) to murder her husband and make it look like an accident.  With disgust, Keyes says the inquest was over with in forty-five minutes.  “Verdict, accidental death.”  Neff asks what the police figure.  Keyes replies:  “That he got tangled up in his crutches and fell off the train. They’re satisfied. It’s not their dough.”

In the novel, Walter gets Phyllis to show up at the inquest with a minister.  “Once a coroner’s jury sees that it’s a question of burial in consecrated ground,” Walter informs the reader, “the guy could take poison, cut his throat, and jump off the end of a dock, and they would still give a verdict, ‘in a manner unknown to this jury.'”

There was another improvement made by Cain over the case of Ruth Snyder.  She had her husband take out a life insurance policy with an extra payout for accidental death.  Cain made the policy one of accident insurance by itself.  Happening to be in the neighborhood, Walter Huff (“Neff” in the movie) decides to stop by the house of one of his customers, Mr. Nirdlinger (“Dietrichson” in the movie), in hopes of getting him to renew his automobile insurance.  As it is the middle of the day, he has little hope of finding him at home, but decides it’s worth a try.

Once he gets past the maid, he finds himself talking to Mrs. Nirdlinger.  She tells him her husband is thinking about switching to the Automobile Club.  After a while, Huff begins to suspect she wants him to split the commission with her in exchange for getting her husband to renew with General Fidelity of California.  Huff informs the reader that there is a lot of that going on, but it wasn’t the sort of thing a reputable insurance agent like himself would participate in.  But while those thoughts are going through his head, he finds himself appreciating her figure beneath her blue pajamas.  He is wondering if his ethical standards would be able to resist splitting a commission with an attractive woman like Mrs. Nirdlinger.

“But all of a sudden she looked at me, and I felt a chill creep straight up my back and into the roots of my hair. ‘Do you handle accident insurance?’”

Huff informs the reader that accident insurance is sold, not bought, so her asking about it out of the blue is most unusual.  In addition to that, the payout is substantial, for which reason it lends itself to insurance fraud.  Finally, unlike life insurance, no physical examination is required, and the insured doesn’t even have to know anything about it.  All the insurance company wants is the money for the premium, and “there’s many a man walking around today that’s worth more to his loved ones dead than alive, only he don’t know it yet.”

Another improvement made by Cain over the Snyder case is that of having the wife’s lover be the insurance salesman, someone that knows what a claims adjuster will look for, and knows where people committing insurance fraud tend to slip up.  There is a scene in both the book and the movie in which Keyes is upset about a policy that Walter sold on a truck that later became the basis for a fraudulent claim.  Walter points out that he had attached a memo saying the man should be investigated first.  This lets us know that Walter is also alert to the possibility of fraud, which is why Keyes later tries to talk him into becoming his assistant.  And so, whereas Snyder and Gray committed a clumsy murder that even an ordinary flatfoot could see through, the novel becomes a game of wits between two men, each an expert in the insurance business, making it a story in which one of them sets out to commit the perfect crime that will escape the detection of the other.

Cain’s novel is in the form of a first-person narrative, in which Walter tells us how he became involved in a scheme to murder a man’s wife.  In this way, we are privy to his thoughts, such as his suspicion that Mrs. Nirdlinger wanted a cut of the commission, his forebodings about her interest in accident insurance, and his commentary on the sinister aspect of such insurance.  And, like most such novels, it is told in the past tense.  Movies, on the other hand, are usually in the present tense, and we merely watch events unfold.  Only through dialogue do we get any insight into what someone is thinking.  Therefore, in order to better represent such a novel as a movie, it should be told in flashback, which is what is done here.

The flashback, however, is not simply a way of making a movie unfold like a first-person narrative in a novel, for the flashback form also gives us some idea how things will end up.  And so it is that whereas in the novel, the story begins with Walter telling us why he happened to show up at the Nirdlinger house in the middle of the day, in which case we haven’t the slightest idea that anything bad is going to happen to him, the movie lets us know right off that something bad did happen, and Walter’s narration will explain what led up to it.  Just as Cain made improvements over the Snyder case in writing his novel, the movie makes improvements over the novel, and this flashback device is one of them.

During the credits, while we hear ominous music, we see the silhouette of a man moving toward us with the aid of two crutches.  We sense that he is dangerous, but this is contradicted by the crutches, for how could a man in his condition, we wonder, be dangerous?  As the credits end, we see a city street late at night.  A car going fast almost crashes into some men doing repairs underneath a sign that says, “Los Angeles Railway Maintenance,” foreshadowing the role that a train will have in this story.  The car swerves and continues to speed recklessly along the streets, though no one is in pursuit.  Finally, it pulls up in front of a building.  A man gets out with a coat draped over him.  It looks like the same man that was in silhouette.  The elevator operator lets us know that the man is Walter Neff.  He lets him out on the twelfth floor, which is the main office of Pacific All Risk Insurance Company.

When he gets to his office and removes his overcoat, we see that he has been shot, a small spot of blood near his left shoulder, incapacitating his left arm, much in the way that the man in silhouette had an incapacitated left foot.  He removes his fedora, and with a little difficulty, uses his thumbnail to ignite a match so he can light up a cigarette.  Once he takes a drag and exhales, he is ready.  He puts a new cylinder in the Dictaphone, addressing an office memorandum to Barton Keyes, Claims Manager.  He remarks that what he is about to say may sound like a confession, but he doesn’t like that word.  He says he just wants to set him straight on the Dietrichson claim.

In other words, he’s not worried about his wound, and he’s not worried that he is about to incriminate himself in a couple of murders.  He tried to pull off the perfect crime, and almost did so, fooling even Keyes, the one man he most feared would see through his scheme.  It is important to him to let Keyes know how it all went down, where Keyes went wrong, and why.  He then begins where the novel did, with his decision to stop by the Dietrichson house, which he says must have cost somebody $30,000, if he ever finished paying for it.  (The year is 1938, so that would be well over $500,000, adjusted for inflation, in today’s dollars.)

Another improvement in the movie over the novel is due to the fact that Billy Wilder, the director, got Raymond Chandler, author of novels like Farewell, My Lovely and The Big Sleep, to help with the screenplay.  And so, whereas there is something a little hurried and abrupt about Cain’s style of writing, Chandler, who said he never cared for Cain’s novels, was able to smooth out the story and give it some style.  For example, when Walter Neff arrives at the Dietrichson house for the first time, he notes the smell of honeysuckle in the air, leading him to ask, “How could I have known that murder can sometimes smell like honeysuckle?”

What I like about that line is the way it introduces another element in the crime beyond motive.  Early in his confession on the Dictaphone, Neff admits to committing murder, saying he killed Mr. Dietrichson for money and for a woman.  But it’s not merely that sex was a motive for the crime, along with the money.  Rather, it’s the effect sex had on his attitude about murder that is important.  Sex has a way of soothing our conscience, keeping us from having the feelings of guilt that we should.  Usually, this just makes it easier to violate some sexual taboo.  But it can also make it easier to do something evil that is not sexual in nature.  A man and woman in love can sometimes talk themselves into committing a crime they would never dream of doing otherwise.  The crime becomes an expression of their love for each other.  It’s so sweet that they would even kill for each other.  Hence the remark about honeysuckle.

In the beginning, Phyllis tries to get Walter to allow her to get accident insurance on her husband without his knowing about it.  She hates her husband, but has no definite plan to murder him.  She is just hoping that once she gets the policy, her husband will have an accident in the oil fields and die.  We later find out from her stepdaughter Lola that Phyllis may have contributed to her mother’s death while acting as her nurse during an illness.  According to Lola, while her mother had a fever, Lola walked into the bedroom and found that Phyllis had the windows wide open, letting in the cold winter air.  After the mother died, Phyllis then married Lola’s father.  This kind of opportunism is probably what Phyllis had in mind for her husband once she got him the accident policy:  wait for propitious circumstances, and then help them along a little.  Making Phyllis a nurse was another improvement on Cain’s part over the Snyder case.  It reinforces those sentimental feelings we have about women, alluded to above, about caring and nurturing, all the better to unnerve us when she turns out to be coldblooded.

Limiting Phyllis’s dark past to what she did with Lola’s mother in the movie is a major improvement over the novel, where it turns out the Phyllis is a serial killer from way back.  As a pulmonary nurse, before killing the first Mrs. Nirdlinger, she had already killed three children, making it appear they died of pneumonia.  She did this because she was related to one of them and, as executrix, was able to take possession of the property herself.  The other two children were killed just to keep the police from focusing on the one she made money off of.  Then it turns out there were five mysterious deaths before that, two of which Phyllis profited from.  And Lola will be next, so that Phyllis can get whatever she has as well.

But it gets worse.  In the novel, Phyllis says she doesn’t hate her husband.  As she agrees to go along with the plan to murder him, she says, “I haven’t any reason. He treats me as well as a man can treat a woman. I don’t love him, but he’s never done anything to me.”

Then comes a strange justification.  She says, “He’s not happy. He’ll be better off—dead.”  In a sense, she knows it’s not true, but she says it’s based on a strange notion she has:

“I know it’s not true. I tell myself it’s not true. But there’s something in me, I don’t know what. Maybe I’m crazy. But there’s something in me that loves Death. I think of myself as Death, sometimes. In a scarlet shroud, floating through the night. I’m so beautiful, then. And sad. And hungry to make the whole world happy, by taking them out where I am, into the night, away from all trouble, all unhappiness… Walter, this is the awful part. I know this is terrible. I tell myself it’s terrible. But to me, it doesn’t seem terrible. It seems as though I’m doing something—that’s really best for him, if he only knew it. Do you understand me, Walter?”

Later in the movie, Lola says that before her father died, she saw Phyllis trying on a black hat, pinning on a veil, as if preparing for how she will look in mourning.  But Lola sees more than that in the novel.  She tells Walter she plans to go to the police and tell them what she knows:

“I’ll tell them everything they need to know. I told you there was plenty more, besides what I told you. I’ll tell them to ask her about the time I came in on her, in her bedroom, with some kind of foolish red silk thing on her, that looked like a shroud or something, with her face all smeared up with white powder and red lipstick, with a dagger in her hand, making faces at herself in front of a mirror….”

At the end of the novel, after Phyllis and Walter try to kill each other, Keyes doesn’t want the bad publicity of a trial, so he just puts them on a ship sailing south without either of them realizing the other one is on the ship too.  When they meet each other, Phyllis suggests that they could be married, but not with any illusions about their having a future.  But then she decides she has a different marriage in mind, saying the time has come “For me to meet my bridegroom. The only one I ever loved. One night I’ll drop off the stern of the ship. Then, little by little I’ll feel his icy fingers creeping into my heart.”  Walter says he’ll give her away, meaning he will join her.  There is a shark following the ship.  They agree to wait until the moon is up so that they can see the dark fin of the shark when they dive into the water to meet their death.  These are some of the last words Walter writes:

I’m writing this in the stateroom. It’s about half past nine. She’s in her stateroom getting ready. She’s made her face chalk white, with black circles under her eyes and red on her lips and cheeks. She’s got that red thing on. It’s awful-looking. It’s just one big square of red silk that she wraps around her, but it’s got no armholes, and her hands look like stumps underneath it when she moves them around. She looks like what came aboard the ship to shoot dice for souls in the Rime of the Ancient Mariner.

Instead of letting it be a story about a woman who has come to hate her husband and wants to kill him for the insurance money, as in the case of Ruth Snyder, Cain has turned the Phyllis of his novel into a fantastic monster.  The movie wisely returns to the idea that Phyllis is just your ordinary psychopath, one that you or I might inadvertently find ourselves married to, and not some utterly deranged serial killer.

At first, all Walter was hoping for was to have an affair with Phyllis.  But when he hears about her plan to get the accident policy on her husband without his knowing about it, Walter immediately realizes that she is dangerous, and he gets up and leaves, picking up his hat as he heads for the door.  There follows a scene that many people miss, while others catch it, but think it is a goof.  That night, as Walter broods over his situation with Phyllis, she shows up at his apartment.  When he opens the door, she says, “You left your hat today.”  A lot of people, including professional critics, think that Walter did leave his hat behind at her house.  Others, having noticed that Walter picked up his hat on the way out the door, conclude that this is a mistake.  However, it is obvious that Phyllis has no hat in her hand as she stands in the doorway.

What Phyllis is doing is amusing herself with the remark about the hat.  If a man has recently met a woman and would like to see her some more, he may pretend to leave something behind at her home.  We don’t wear hats so much any more, but an umbrella is a good substitute.  Then the man can call her up the next day and say, “Did I leave my umbrella over at your place yesterday?”  When she says that he did, he can then ask if it would be all right to drop by and pick it up.  With a little luck, one thing will lead to another.  Phyllis is alluding to that ruse by making believe she has his hat and is using it as an excuse to see him.  In so doing, she is essentially saying, “We both know why I’m here.”

At least, we figure she is there to have sex with Walter.  But during his confession on the Dictaphone, Walter says, “Yes, I killed him.  I killed him for money and for a woman.  And I didn’t get the money, and I didn’t get the woman.  Pretty, isn’t it?”  That remark, “I didn’t get the woman,” always puzzled me.  Didn’t he get the woman when she came over to his apartment, once before the murder, with the hat routine, and again after the murder, when Walter says Keyes will be watching her, and they will have to quit seeing each other for a while?  We’re all used to scenes fading out in old movies, where we are supposed to imagine the man and woman having sex, and there was a fade out at a critical moment in the second visit to his apartment.  Well, I finally figured that he meant that while they did have sex once or twice, he still didn’t get the whole woman.  But you never do.  That’s why they call it a piece.  In the novel, however, it is clear that they did not have sex on either night that she came over to his place or at any other time.  All they did was plan the murder.  I should think a man would want to have sex with a woman before agreeing to kill her husband, but I’m just an armchair philosopher, so what do I know?

On the night she and Walter trick her husband into signing the application for the accident insurance, Walter hears him say he is taking a trip to Palo Alto.  Walter tells Phyllis to get him to take the train.  He knows that getting killed while riding a train is so rare that the $50,000 policy will pay off at twice that amount owing to a double indemnity clause in the policy, which would be over $1,800,000 adjusted for inflation.  In the novel, Walter plans on murdering her husband on a train right from the start, without the slightest idea of how to get him on a train.  The movie is better in having the possibility of an accident on a train just fall into their laps.

In the novel, Phyllis tells Walter that her husband wants her to go with him to Palo Alto, saying, “He’ll raise an awful fuss if I don’t go.”  Walter dismisses that problem:

“Yeah? Listen, don’t give yourself airs. I don’t care if it’s a class reunion or just down to the drugstore, a man would rather go alone than with a wife. He’s just being polite. You talk like you’re not interested in his class reunion, and he’ll be persuaded. He’ll be persuaded so easy you’ll be surprised.”

“Well, I like that,” she says.   (The woman who’s planning on killing her husband is indignant that he doesn’t want her company.)

“You’re not supposed to like it,” Walter replies. “But you’ll find out.”

By chance, Mr. Dietrichson breaks his leg.  That too turns out to be to their advantage.  On the night of the murder, Walter hides in the backseat of the car that Phyllis will use to drive her husband to the train station.  In the novel, Walter says, “Believe me it’s an awful thing to kibitz on a man and his wife, and hear what they really talk about.”  Just another one of Cain’s disparaging remarks about marriage, based on his personal experience, no doubt.

They kill her husband before he gets on the train.  In the novel, Walter says, “I took one of the crutches and hooked it under his chin. I won’t tell you what I did then.”  I guess Cain felt it would be indelicate to go into details about the way he used the crutch to break the man’s neck.

Then Walter pretends to be the husband and boards the train, jumping off soon after, before the train can pick up much speed, after which they dump the husband’s body on the tracks.  Because Neff put his own leg in a phony cast and got on the train with the crutches, people were confident they had seen Dietrichson get on the train.  As Keyes says later, the witnesses had the crutches to look at, so they never really saw the man at all.

In the novel, after Walter gets back to his bungalow, the enormity of what he has done begins to overwhelm him:

I dived for the bathroom. I was sicker than I had ever been in my life. After that passed I fell into bed. It was a long time before I could turn out the light. I lay there staring into the dark. Every now and then I would have a chill or something and start to tremble. Then that passed and I lay there, like a dope. Then I started to think. I tried not to, but it would creep up on me. I knew then what I had done. I had killed a man. I had killed a man to get a woman. I had put myself in her power, so there was one person in the world that could point a finger at me, and I would have to die. I had done all that for her, and I never wanted to see her again as long as I lived.

That’s all it takes, one drop of fear, to curdle love into hate.

Eventually, Walter tells Phyllis that they will have to quit seeing each other for a while, until Keyes is through investigating.  In the novel, he says, “That night I did something I hadn’t done in years. I prayed.”  Perhaps the prayer went something like this:  “Dear God, please don’t let Keyes find out that I killed Phyllis’s husband.”

All right, back to the movie.  Suspecting that Mr. Dietrichson was murdered, Keyes realizes it would be easier to murder him before he got on the train, which is what happened, rather than kill him on the train.  That means that Phyllis must have had a male accomplice pretend to be her husband.  Keyes starts having her house watched.  As a result, Walter and Phyllis have to stop seeing each other until the investigation is over.  Phyllis’s stepdaughter, Lola, had a boyfriend, Nino Zachetti, but they broke up, and soon he and Phyllis start having an affair. Keyes concludes that Nino is the accomplice in the murder and calls off the surveillance.  He tells Walter he is going to reject the claim, daring her to take it to court.

What follows from this point on seems to make no sense.  Walter goes over to Phyllis’s house intending to kill her, and she slips a pistol under the cushion so that she can murder him. Let us consider the situation from Phyllis’s point of view. Unless we assume she is psychic, she does not know of Walter’s plans to kill her. So, what does she hope to gain by killing Walter? The police have already dropped the case, but if Walter is murdered, the police will not only investigate his death, but it might make them reconsider her husband’s death as well, since Walter supposedly sold him the policy. Furthermore, shooting Walter in her house will not only get blood all over the place, but she will then have to dispose of the body. What is she going to do, cut him up in the bathtub like the guy in Rear Window (1954), and then make several trips to the city dump with the body parts in a suitcase?

The prudent thing for her to do is to just sue the insurance company.  If she wins, she can give Walter his cut and all will be well. If she does suspect Walter wants to kill her, then she should simply refuse to let him come over to her house. After all, he is not going to gun her down on Main Street. Therefore, it makes no sense for her to shoot Walter.

Now let us look at it from Walter’s point of view.  By this point, Walter has obviously given up on getting his share of the money, because she cannot very well collect and split with him after he kills her.  So, what does he hope to gain by killing Phyllis? All Keyes knows is that Phyllis has been seeing Nino, which means she has been having an affair with a younger man. Big deal. Keyes says he has investigated Nino’s movements on the night of the murder, and they cannot be accounted for.  We later find out from Lola that he broke a date with her the night of the murder, claiming he was home sick.  But that is not exactly evidence that will convict a man of murder.  In any event, we know that Nino did not do it, so he is not going to get tripped up in a cross examination in court, as Keyes seems to think.  With nothing more to go on, Keyes has little chance of successfully denying Phyllis’s claim in court, and it certainly would not be enough for the police to reopen the case. Walter should just continue to stay away from Phyllis.  Whether she wins her case, and if she does, whether she splits the money with him, there is no point in killing her.  And there is always the chance that she might win and pay him off anyway.

But let us assume that beyond all reason, Walter is afraid that enough would come out in the civil suit that would lead the police to reopen the investigation into the death of Phyllis’s husband, and make them suspect not Nino, but Walter.  In that case, Walter should simply turn in his resignation at the insurance company and go to Mexico for a while. If Phyllis’s lawsuit does not lead to a new police investigation in which he becomes a suspect, he can always return to the United States later; if it does lead to a new investigation, and he does become a suspect, he can continue to hide out in Mexico. But his killing her will definitely cause the police to investigate. Walter’s plan is that Nino will be blamed for Phyllis’s murder. But Nino might have an alibi for that night. As it turns out, Nino was coming to see Phyllis just as Walter was leaving the house, but Walter could not know Nino was going to do that. Walter tells Phyllis, just before he kills her, that he knows Nino will be coming to see her in fifteen minutes with the cops right behind him, because it has been all set up. Now, how would he know that? And set up for what?  If they plan on arresting him, they should just go to his apartment.  Furthermore, Nino would have no motive for murdering her. If anything, the police might end up suspecting Walter. Therefore, it makes no sense for Walter to kill Phyllis.

Since Nino was coming over to see Phyllis, that means that if she had successfully killed Walter, Nino would have walked in the house and seen Walter’s corpse lying on the middle of the living room floor.  And then what?  Will Phyllis ask him to help her dispose of the body of the man that helped her kill her husband?  How likely is he to go along with that?  He was fine having sex with Phyllis, but I doubt that he would want to get mixed up in a couple of murders.

However, it is reasonable to assume that two people who have committed a murder and are afraid of getting caught might not be thinking clearly.  In fact, if they had been thinking clearly, they would never have committed that murder in the first place.  It is especially hard to believe that a man could have an affair with a married woman, conspire to kill her husband, and not have it occur to him that one of these days she may turn on him too.  And so, I suppose that if people are foolish enough to commit such a murder, they would be foolish enough to think that killing their partner in crime would solve their problems.  So, their behavior makes sense on an emotional level.

You really have to give those hormones credit!

Regarding Henry (1991)

In Regarding Henry, the title character (Harrison Ford) is a partner in a law firm. He is arrogant, ruthless, and demanding, as unpleasant at work as he is at home. Then he gets shot in the head during a holdup, and after a little therapy, becomes a really sweet, loving family man who realizes that when he was a lawyer he did things that were wrong.

This is not realistic. My guess is that if brain damage caused a personality change, it would more likely be for the worse. But stranger things have happened, so I suppose the combination of a bullet in the head and lack of oxygen could destroy the part of the brain that makes a man a jerk. The question is, regardless of how likely or unlikely such an event may be, why pick this particular scenario to base a movie on?

The head and the heart are the two major components of a man’s personality, and the question that has occurred to people over the years is, Which of the two is more important? Of course, it is not as though intelligence and a pleasant disposition are mutually exclusive, and that if you have one, you cannot have the other. There are doubtless many geniuses that are kind and loving, just as there are simpletons that are mean and cruel. But if you had to choose, which of the two would you want more of?

Movies often say that the heart is more important than the head. In A Chump at Oxford (1940), Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy find themselves at Oxford, where a bump on the head restores the intellect and character of the man Stan used to be, Lord Paddington, brilliant scholar and athlete. He is also arrogant and condescending, treating Ollie with contempt. Another bump on the head, however, turns Stan back into the good-natured simpleton that we are familiar with, much to Ollie’s delight. A couple of other movies that champion the heart over the head are Harvey (1950) and Forest Gump (1994).

On the other hand, if a man is a genius, a certain amount of unlikable personality traits will be tolerated. Sherlock Holmes, for instance, is often portrayed as austere and aloof. In Flight of the Phoenix (1965), Dorfmann (Hardy Kruger) does not suffer fools gladly, but we suffer him gladly because he is so brilliant. And the eponymous character in the television show House (2004-2012) is often shown to be rude and obnoxious, but all is forgiven because we thrill at watching a superior intellect at work. Furthermore, we vicariously enjoy the arrogance of these characters, since we ourselves often chafe at having to be so darn humble and polite.

Needless to say, Regarding Henry comes down on the side of the heart. But as I said, I don’t think it is very realistic. A more likely outcome would be that a man like Henry would still be the same obnoxious person he was before, only less able to express himself.

This is not helped by the fact that the matter of their finances is never really addressed. Henry’s daughter Rachel (Kamian Allen) asks her mother Sarah (Annette Bening) if they are going to be poor, for which Sarah has no good answer. The advice she gets from a friend is not to tell anyone about the dire nature of their finances, but to go out with some friends and spend lots of money, as if keeping up appearances is the solution to Sarah’s problems. Sarah does have a job, they do find a less expensive place to live, and they eventually pull Rachel out of a private school, although the movie would have us believe that it is for emotional reasons rather than financial ones. In short, we do not have enough specifics to draw any definite conclusions about their finances, but I would have expected more drastic cutbacks in expenditures than that. So, when Henry resigns from his law firm, the sense of financial doom still seems to be hanging over them, even if the movie seems to be in denial about that.

The point is that our credulity is already strained by the premise that an obnoxious man would be transformed by brain damage into a wonderful person. The additional unreality of their financial situation pushes our ability to suspend disbelief just a bit too far.

Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (1936) and Mr. Deeds (2002)

In 1935, Clarence Budington Kelland wrote a short story in serial form for The American Magazine entitled “Opera Hat.”  This became the inspiration for the movie Mr. Deeds Goes to Town, released the following year.  The movie eventually gave rise to a television series from 1969 to 1970, and to a remake in 2002 under the name Mr. Deeds.

“Opera Hat”

In the first installment of “Opera Hat,” we are introduced to Longfellow Deeds, so named because his mother loved poetry.  When he grew up, he became a poet himself, writing verse for greeting cards, from which he made a fair amount of money, although he had additional income from a business inherited from his father.  He also learned to play the tuba, for that instrument was inherited from his grandfather, and thus played the tuba whenever a brass band was organized in Mandrake Falls, where he resided.

One day he is visited by a lawyer, one Lathrop Cedar, informing him that his uncle, Mr. Semple has died.  As Deeds is the sole living relative, he is the heir to Mr. Semple’s estate, making Deeds a millionaire many times over.  Cedar says, though without explanation, that it will be necessary for Deeds to move to New York, taking up residence in a mansion on Fifth Avenue.

It is further brought to Deeds’ attention that Mr. Semple was the president and major stockholder of the Continental Opera Company, and Deeds quite naturally is asked by the Board of Directors to continue in his place, especially since they expect him to continue subsidizing the opera, which always loses money.  This doesn’t make sense to Deeds.  Even today, the common man wonders why he must pay taxes to fund the National Endowment for the Arts, which supports the kind of art he is not interested in, which includes opera, of course.  But no matter how many times there has been a populist backlash against such funding, the elite always manage to triumph in the end.  What the common man fails to understand is that these money-losing art forms confer a certain amount of dignity and prestige on him through the taxes he pays in their support, even while he seeks out entertainment by going to the movies or listening to country-western music.

Having arrived in New York, Deeds soon finds that while people belittle him for his greeting-card poetry, which has supported him comfortably in Mandrake Falls, respectable poems never make any money for the poets that compose them.  It is further brought to Deeds’ attention that it is not the authors, poets, singers, and dancers that matter, for they are not “society,” and a man in Deeds’ position should not fraternize with them, a sin of which he has already been guilty three times over by that point in the story.  These artists, he is informed, are just a means to an end, the end being the way they allow the upper class to display their superiority, such as by having a box in the opera house with which to impress their acquaintances.

In the end, Deeds decides to turn the Opera Company into a money-making business by having radio broadcasts of the operas, during which there will be commercials to sell soap.  During the thirty-eight weeks when operas are not being performed, the opera house will hold amateur hours in which people will compete to be the bass, tenor, alto, and soprano in the next season’s operas.  Also during this period, there will be “tabloid opera.”  As Deeds points out, the biggest problem with opera is that “it’s too long between tunes.”  His plan is to get rid of all that in-between stuff, keeping only the good parts, in which case each opera can be performed in half an hour.  That way, people won’t get bored.

Complicating matters, however, is the fact that he is threatened by a lawsuit from a woman claiming to be Mr. Semple’s common-law wife.  The woman is a ballerina, who claims to have had a daughter by Mr. Semple.  And there is evidence in the form of letters where the word “wife” is used several times, although Deeds is suspicious since they are all typewritten.  He wonders why men put such incriminating information in letters.  While pondering the matter, it occurs to Deeds that men could avoid being compromised in this manner if they used the poetry in greeting cards to express their affection.  He gets to work composing poems that speak of love, but in an ambiguous way, leaving the man a loophole in case he is sued for breach of promise.

The matter is complicated further when this ballerina is murdered.  Deeds is determined to solve this mystery.  In the end, it turns out that the ballerina was already secretly married to a man she was ashamed of.  In contempt of her husband, she cuckolded him on a regular basis, for which reason he killed her.  Not only did this demolish the lawsuit brought by her as Semple’s supposed common-law wife, but Deeds discovers his secretary, Mr. Bengold, had used Semple’s typewriter to compose those letters, and he is dismissed.

Along the way, Deeds had become acquainted with Simonetta Petersen, secretary of Madame Pomponi, a great soprano of the opera.  He asks Simonetta to go to the opera with him, but when he arrives to pick her up, she asks him why he isn’t wearing an opera hat.  He answers that it would be a symbol for a new way of life, which he is not ready to embrace, since the matter with the common-law wife was still pending, and he might end up back in Mandrake Falls.  After solving the murder, he decides he wants to marry Simonetta, but he keeps fumbling at the proposal, so she finally just asks him to marry her.  After an appropriate amount of kissing, he puts on his opera hat.

Before turning to the movie, which should be evaluated on its own terms, I nevertheless wish to point out the major differences between the short story and the movie.  In the short story, as may be gleaned from the title, the way Deeds must deal with the opera is a major part of the story, whereas it is a minor plot point in the movie.  And no murder takes place in the movie.  Rather, the lawsuit concerning a common-law wife is dismissed by Deeds as a fraud in about five minutes, not to be heard of again.  In “Opera Hat,” Cedar is an honest lawyer, whom Deeds still has in his employ at the end of the story.  When they first meet in Mandrake Falls, he and Deeds carry on an intelligent conversation about the inheritance.  There is no reporter out to write stories about Deeds in order to make fun of him.  Deeds expresses no interest in seeing Grant’s tomb.  It never occurs to him to give any of his money away.  There is no sanity hearing.  And, most important of all, Deeds never hits anyone, nor does he express any desire to do so.

Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (1936)

In the opening scene of Mr. Deeds Goes to Town, we see an automobile moving along a winding road in the mountains at a high rate of speed before crashing through a fence and plunging over a cliff.  Not knowing anything else about the man driving the car, we figure he was reckless, irresponsible, and got what he deserved.  Then we get a montage of newspapers with big headlines above the fold, telling us that the man was Martin W. Semple, a financier worth twenty million dollars.  We see newsboys selling papers to customers anxious to get a copy.  As this is a Frank Capra movie with typical populist sentiments, the fact that Semple was rich is just one more reason we are not supposed to like him.

Adjusted for inflation, the value of the Semple estate in today’s dollars would be $377,000,000.  But while that might be correct as far as purchasing power is concerned, in terms of what it represents in the mind of the public, it just isn’t enough.  People wealthy enough nowadays to get that kind of attention from the media make that much money in a single year.  So, when this movie was remade in 2002 as Mr. Deeds, the screenwriter knew he couldn’t simply adjust for inflation and let it go at that.  Because the rich have gotten richer, the size of the estate had to reflect this new reality.  As a result, that twenty-first century Mr. Deeds inherits forty billion dollars.

The newspaper says Semple died while he was on a tour of Italy.  In a Frank Capra movie, good people live in small towns and hardly ever go anywhere, let alone vacation in some European country, so this guy Semple must have been decadent.  Later in the movie, we find out he was quite a womanizer, sometimes having as many as twenty women in his house at one time, just for him, although his valet admits that he never knew what Mr. Semple did with them.  Of course, twenty women is silly.  But if the valet had said that Mr. Semple would sometimes have two women just for himself, the realistic possibilities that would bring to mind might have met with objections from the Hays Office.

The newspapers are anxious to find out who the heir to the Semple fortune is, but John Cedar, the executor of the estate, is not letting that information out.  He and others that were trustees of Semple’s investments are guilty of embezzlement, and they need to get to the heir first so they can persuade him to allow them to continue in their present position as trustees, with Cedar having power of attorney.  That way they can continue to cover up their crime.

The heir turns out to be Longfellow Deeds (Gary Cooper), a country bumpkin living in a small town called Mandrake Falls.  His first name is ironic, for he writes short poems for greeting cards.  Cedar, Cornelius “Corny” Cobb (Lionel Stander), and a Mr. Anderson travel to Mandrake Falls as soon as they find out where Deeds lives.  When they get there, they see a sign that is supposed to greet new arrivals to the town.  With ill-disguised contempt, Cobb reads what it says:  “Welcome to Mandrake Falls / Where the scenery enthralls / Where no hardship e’er befalls / Welcome to Mandrake Falls.”  This is presumably a sample of Deeds’ poetry.

This sets up a paradox.  We know that in this populist Capra film, we are supposed to dislike the elite of a big city; and that we are supposed to like the unsophisticated citizens of a small town.  But viewed objectively, we know that we would roll our eyes and scoff at that piece of poetry, just as Cobb does.

Anyway, they are looking for Deeds, so they decide to ask the agent at the freight office where they can find him.  What follows is a form of supposed humor based on the idea of taking what someone says in the narrowest sense of the words without consideration for what is ordinarily understood.  As an example of what I mean, imagine that a teacher says to a student in the eighth grade to sit down, so the student immediately sits on the floor.  When the teacher tells him to get off the floor, he stands on a chair.  He thinks he is being funny.  Some of his classmates may think so as well.  Meanwhile, the teacher is thinking, “I need to find myself another job.”

Fortunately, most people grow out of this adolescent form of humor by the time they reach high school, but Frank Capra apparently never did.  So, when Cedar asks the agent that is sorting packages in the freight office if he knows Longfellow Deeds, the agent answers that he does and then walks away.  When the agent returns, Cedar says he wants to get in touch with him.  The agent says he won’t have any trouble at all, and then walks away with another package.  When Anderson asks him where Deed lives, the agent tells him where his house is, even though he knows Deeds is not home, but in the park.

At one point, Cobb says it must be a game he’s playing, much in the way the adolescent in my example is playing a game.  But the agent is not playing a game.  This is the way he thinks.  Nor are we given to understand that he is the village idiot, but rather is typical of the citizens of Mandrake Falls.  As I said previously, we know we are supposed to like small-town folks in a Capra movie, while disliking big-city sophisticates, but this sure is asking a lot.

Eventually, Deeds arrives home from the park, where his housekeeper tells him three men are waiting to talk to him.  What follows is another form of supposed humor, which consists of an inability to carry on a conversation.  That is, when someone says something to us, we are expected to respond in a way that recognizes what has just been said, and then continue with that line of thought.  But when Cedar tells Deeds that he has just inherited twenty million dollars, he and his housekeeper start talking about lunch.  The issue of lunch having been settled, Deeds starts playing his tuba.  When Cedar reminds Deeds of the inheritance he just told him about, Deeds says, “I wonder why he left me all that money. I don’t need it.”  The idea is that simple folks like Deeds, living in a small town, are so content with their lives that their happiness cannot be improved upon with additional money, no matter how much it is.  Eventually, Cedar persuades him to come to New York with him, though he never gives him any reason why he should.  Deeds agrees, saying he would like to see Grant’s tomb.  When they get to New York, Deeds moves into the mansion Mr. Semple lived in, complete with servants.

In It Happened One Night (1934) and in Meet John Doe (1941), two other films directed by Frank Capra, there is a cynical reporter that is out to get a story on someone that is good and decent, but with whom the reporter ends up falling in love, and that device is used in this movie as well.  Louise “Babe” Bennett (Jean Arthur) is a reporter who wants to write a series of stories about what a hick Deeds is.   She tricks him into falling in love with her by pretending to be a damsel in distress, which has long been a fantasy of his, allowing her to get the inside information she needs.

Deeds keeps saying he wants to see Grant’s tomb, and eventually Babe takes him there.  Babe says most people are disappointed, no doubt referring to the architecture, to the look of it.  But Deeds gets all emotional thinking about what it represents, saying it all depends on what you see.  When Babe asks him what he sees, he replies:

Me? Oh, I see a small Ohio farm boy becoming a great soldier. I see thousands of marching men. I see General Lee with a broken heart, surrendering, and I can see the beginning of a new nation, like Abraham Lincoln said. And I can see that Ohio boy being inaugurated as President.  Things like that can only happen in a country like America.

The first thing we notice about this is Deeds’ emphasis on the fact that Ulysses S. Grant was not some city slicker that grew up in New York, but someone that supposedly grew up on a farm.  I say “supposedly,” since a quick glance at Grant’s biography says nothing about his being a farm boy.  Presumably, he did grow up in a small town, however, which is in keeping with the idea that growing up in a small town is good and wholesome.  In fact, when Babe says she grew up in a small town too, we know that means her essential goodness will eventually come through, making her sorry for what she wrote about Deeds in the newspapers, and making her suitable for his future wife.

The Civil War had been fought less than a hundred years before this movie was made.  Perhaps it had more significance for people back then than it does today.  There is certainly no expressed desire to see Grant’s tomb in the 2002 remake of this movie.  Our sentiments regarding the Civil War have changed as well.  As we today see monuments to confederate generals being removed from the public square, and schools and military bases named after them being given new names, we are struck by Deeds’ reference to General Lee’s “broken heart” when he surrenders.  Whereas today there is a tendency to refer to such men as traitors, back when this movie was made, the men that fought for the South were still thought of as basically good people, and the whole war was just an unfortunate misunderstanding among patriotic Americans.  Deeds says that when he looks at Grant’s tomb, he sees thousands of marching men, which is an image that goes with the glory of war, when uniforms are cleaned and pressed, and men are still alive and whole.

Eventually, Deeds decides to help people who have become homeless during the Great Depression by giving them land to farm.  And from what I gather from watching The Grapes of Wrath (1940), there should be plenty of farm land available, inasmuch as people like the Joad family had to abandon their farms during the Dust Bowl, becoming the very homeless that Deeds is worried about.  In fact, it was a man that forced his way into Deeds’ house, threatening him with a gun, that gave him the idea.  The man said he lost his farm after twenty years.  He can’t find a job, and he has to stand in bread lines.  It turns out that there are thousands just like him, men and their families going hungry because they lost their farms.  So, if they lost their farms, whether on account of the Dust Bowl or some other reason, what good will it do to give them another farm?  Won’t they just go broke all over again?  But the agrarian myth of the goodness of the yeoman farmer as the backbone of America is strong enough in the minds of people like Capra to make them oblivious to that contradiction.  And besides, it fits right in with Deeds’ sentimental notions about the way Grant grew up on a farm.

Anyway, to prevent the money from being given away in this fashion, Cedar makes a deal with a relative of Deeds to have Deeds declared mentally incompetent, giving the relative the inheritance, from which Cedar will take his cut.  At the same time, Deeds finds out that Babe is the reporter that has been writing all those stories making fun of him.  She had planned on telling him how she had deceived him, and he might have forgiven her.  But in standard melodramatic fashion, he finds out about her deception from Cobb, and thus feels utterly betrayed, not believing anything she says.   Before returning to Mandrake Falls, he starts giving away the money to all those homeless farmers, but some men from the sheriff’s office arrive with a warrant for Deeds’ arrest on the grounds that he is insane.  He becomes so depressed as a result that he refuses to defend himself at the sanity hearing that will determine whether he should be kept in a mental institution.

During that hearing, Cedar calls as a witness Dr. Emil Von Holler, an Austrian psychiatrist, who speaks with an accent.  He is presently in America on a lecture tour.  In other words, Cedar is not calling, say, a Dr. Jake Jones from an American university to testify about Deeds’ mental state, but someone from the same country where Hitler was born, a country that would soon become part of the Anschluss. So, we know what we are supposed to think of this guy.  He explains the difference between the mood swings of a normal person, which are confined to a narrow range, and those of a manic-depressive, which lurch from one extreme to another. This is the one part of the movie that actually makes sense and is realistic. Speaking as a layman, it seems to me to be the correct diagnosis.

If a normal person inherited as much money as Deeds has, he might give a portion of it to charity, but he would never give it all away, even if he were perfectly happy before he got the inheritance. But I gather that is what a manic-depressive might do when he is in one of his manic phases. I had a neighbor once who said her husband had been diagnosed as being manic-depressive.  She said that one day he picked up a hitchhiker and gave him the car.  Fortunately, it was found abandoned a few days later.

Furthermore, if a normal person were placed in a mental institution against his will by people trying to get possession of his money, he would get a lawyer and defend himself. He would not sit there listlessly at his own hearing, refusing to utter a word, even if he were despondent on account of his having been betrayed by a woman he thought was the damsel in distress that he had dreamed about. But a manic-depressive, in one of his extreme states of melancholy, could reach a state of depression so dark that he would not care if he were institutionalized for the rest of his life.

We are supposed to reject this diagnosis on the part of the psychiatrist, however. Instead, we are supposed to think of Deeds as a saint, someone who is too good for this world, whose despondency is the result of being overwhelmed by a realization of how evil other people are. And yet, even if the diagnosis is correct, that in itself would be no reason to confine someone to a mental institution. Cedar, representing Deeds’ relatives, who want to get possession of the fortune, argues that Deeds needs to be locked up because his scheme to give all his money away, making farmers out of the homeless, threatens to cause civil unrest and undermine the very foundations of our nation.  “Our government is fully aware of its difficulties,” he continues, “and can pull itself out of its economic rut without the assistance of Mr.Deeds or any other crackpot.”

The association of this corrupt lawyer with the idea of that it is up to the government to solve our economic problems rather than private citizens, however rich they may be, is in keeping with Frank Capra’s politics.  Being a conservative Republican, he was opposed to Franklin D. Roosevelt and his New Deal, and this was his way of besmirching those that advocate government intervention in an economic crisis.  It is the wont of conservatives, as they inveigh against putting people on the public dole, to praise the work of private charities, to which they are quick to tell you they have contributed so much of their time and money.  To hear them tell it, these charities used to meet all the needs of the poor until government handouts spoiled everything by making people think their own private contributions were unnecessary.  Of course, Capra was under no illusions that there was someone like Longfellow Deeds that would end the Great Depression with his largesse.  Rather, Deeds is the personification of individual initiative, of the common man and his desire to help his neighbor exaggerated for dramatic effect.

The idea that the eleemosynary excess of Longfellow Deeds would cause civil unrest is preposterous, and no court would take such an argument seriously. Deeds’ unbridled philanthropy might be a justification for having a court-appointed fiduciary take control of the inherited fortune for Deeds’ protection, although I doubt it. But it would be in no way a reason for locking someone up in an insane asylum after you’ve already taken his money away from him.

On the other hand, what would justify Deeds’ being institutionalized, but doesn’t seem to get the attention it deserves, is that he routinely assaults people:  a lawyer claiming to represent Mr. Semple’s common-law wife; two poets in a restaurant; a photographer, in a scene we only read about in the newspaper; two psychiatrists, in a scene we only hear about from Cedar; Madame Pomponi, an operatic diva, along with other guests at Deeds’ house; and Chuck Dillon, a man back in Mandrake Falls to whom he gave a black eye, according to testimony given by the Falkner sisters.  Now, anyone who goes around pushing and punching people is either going to be arrested and put in prison or confined to a mental institution for the criminally insane.

And that doesn’t even include the people Deeds threatens to punch but never does.  In one scene, he and Babe are on some kind of open-air transport, where he hears two women laughing at what they read about him in the newspaper, though they are not aware Deeds is present and within earshot.  He says, “If they were men, I’d knock their heads together.”  Then he turns around and looks at a man who had said nothing, but is only reading a newspaper.  Deeds turns away and then turns back and glares at the man again, almost as if he is so furious he wants to hit him in the face.  His hostility is unnerving.  But it is part of the populist ideology that there is something clean and honest about hitting someone with your fists, as opposed to the biting humor, the irony, and the cruel wit of the city elite.

Because evidence of the assaults are interspersed with the goofy stuff Deeds does, such as playing the tuba while people are trying to talk to him, feeding doughnuts to a horse while asking the horse if he wants a cup of coffee, jumping on a fire engine, walking in the rain without a hat, and stripping down to his underwear in public, shouting, “Back to nature!” the effect is to make the assaults seem as harmless and frivolous as the goofy stuff.

Also, the assaults are minimized by the way the are introduced as evidence at the hearing.  With only one exception do we hear from a victim of an assault, to wit, Madame Pomponi, the operatic diva.  Because Deeds has also inherited the role of Chairman of the Board of Directors that promotes the opera, Pomponi arranged for a big party at the Deeds mansion for all those associated with the opera.  But Deeds got fed up with them and “threw them out.”  It is hard to know just how literally we are supposed to understand this.  We can imagine Pomponi and the other guests being pushed out the door when Deeds decided to get rid of them.

In the more serious cases, we only hear from witnesses to the assault rather than the victims.  For example, instead of bringing the Falkner sisters to New York to testify, among other things, that Deeds gave Chuck Dillon a black eye when he beat him up, Cedar could have brought Dillon himself to testify, but he didn’t.  Instead of having a waiter testify as to the assault of some poets at a restaurant for the literati, Cedar could have subpoenaed the poets themselves, but he didn’t.  Cedar points to the two psychiatrists on the panel, seated next to the judge, saying that they were violently attacked by Deeds, but he does not have them take the stand and testify to the assault themselves.  Needless to say, these secondhand reports at the hearing do not have nearly the impact that testimony from the victims themselves would have, especially if we had been able to see Dillon’s black eye or the swollen lip of one of the poets.

Just as the judge and his associates presiding over the hearing are about to confine Deeds to a mental institution, Babe jumps up and gives an impassioned plea in his defense, during which it comes out that she is in love with him.  Her editor backs her up.  Then Cobb comes to his defense, followed by outbursts from the farmers sitting in the courtroom.  This inspires Deeds to defend himself at last, taking the stand.

Now, you might think he would apologize for hitting people, explaining his behavior in that regard.  But no, he begins by explaining why he plays the tuba, saying it helps him think.  He compares this to nervous behavior exhibited by others in the courtroom, like doodling or biting one’s nails.  This goes on for two-and-a-half minutes.  At this point, Cedar objects, and you think to yourself, “All right, now he’s going to change the subject to the way Deeds goes around punching people in the face.”  Instead, he sticks to the goofy stuff:  “Let him explain his wanderings around the streets in underclothes, his feeding doughnuts to horses!”

And so now we now have to listen to Deeds justify his feeding doughnuts to a horse and his running around in his underwear, which he easily dismisses as the result of his being drunk for the first time in his life.  Then he points out that he read in the newspaper that Cedar’s son had been doing silly stuff while he was drunk.  Tu quoque!

Then Deeds turns to the Falkner sisters.  They were the ones that testified to Deeds behavior back in Mandrake Falls, saying he was “pixilated,” which meant that he was balmy.  They are portrayed as silly, old women who had to sit on the witness stand together because they are so timid.  It turns out that they live in the house owned by Deeds, and that they don’t have to pay rent.  After pointing this out, Deeds asks them if they still think he is pixilated.  They say that he is.  In fact, they say that everyone in Mandrake Falls is pixilated except them.  In fact, they say the judge is pixilated too.  But what Deeds does not refer to in cross examining the Falkner sisters is their testimony about how he beat up Chuck Dillon back in Mandrake Falls.

Then the judge turns to the serious subject.  No, not the stuff about where he goes around hitting people.  The judge seems oblivious to that too.  He wants to know about Deeds’ fantastic idea of giving away his inheritance.  Deeds makes two points.  The first is that the money has just made him miserable, what with all the vultures trying to get at that money.  The second is that he believes that those that have a lot should share with those that have so little.

And so, during Deeds’ defense, the subject of the assaults never comes up.  But then, having concluded his defense, he says there is one more thing he wants to do.  At this point, he punches Cedar so hard that it knocks him out.  Surely, the judge and the other two members of the panel can’t overlook this assault.  They retire to consider the matter.  When they return, the judge declares that not only is Longfellow Deeds sane, but also that he is the sanest person that has ever been in his courtroom.  The case is dismissed.

Suffice it to say that much in this movie is unrealistic. The real question is, what is it about this movie that people like?  We are not like Longfellow Deeds, nor would we want to be like him.  Oh, we might want to have his wealth once he inherited it, and a man might wish he were tall and handsome like Gary Cooper, but take away his money and his looks, and we wouldn’t want to trade places with him at all.  Nor would we want to live where he did, in Mandrake Falls. He is a virginal bachelor who never married because he dreamt of saving a lady in distress, a naïve yokel living in a small town, where everyone seems a little dotty. Apparently, people like the idea that there are places like Mandrake Falls, even though they would not like to live there themselves and would not fit in if they did.  It is one of those adorable cultures, like the Quakers in Friendly Persuasion (1956) or the hippie commune of Easy Rider (1969), that people regard with affection, much in the way parents will smile lovingly as they watch their children at play.  It is the idea that people like Longfellow Deeds live in towns like Mandrake Falls that people find appealing, even though they have no desire to be like him or live where he does.  You wouldn’t even want to be around someone as prone to violence as he is, unless, of course, he happened to have twenty million dollars and be in one of his manic moods.

Mr. Deeds (2002)

In producing a remake of a classic movie, thought must be given to justifying its existence.  For some, it is sufficient justification that the movie will be in widescreen and in color, for a lot of people don’t like old, black-and-white movies.  Another justification might be that it will be set contemporaneously, attuned to present-day sensitivities.  Both of these Mr. Deeds manages at achieve.  Perhaps to further justify its existence, those that produced this movie decided to modify the tone.  Although there is quite a bit of silliness in the original, Mr. Deeds takes silliness to a whole new level.

Deeds (Adam Sandler) does punch some people in this movie too, but in the context of this hyper-silliness, we never wonder why he isn’t arrested, or at least sued, as someone with forty billion dollars surely would be.  However, there was one character in this movie I was hoping Deeds would punch:  John McEnroe.

When I was in college in the 1960s, I took tennis to satisfy my physical education requirement.  We were told that tennis was a gentleman’s sport.  For example, if a judge accidentally called a ball outside, when the tennis player on that side of the net could see that it was really inside, it was not uncommon for him to purposely stand back and let the next ball go, thereby cancelling the point that was unfairly given to him.  But then along came John McEnroe.  I don’t know if he was the first tennis player to be rude and obnoxious, but he was definitely the worst.  Although he retired many years ago, tennis has the McEnroe taint on it to this day.  It has not been the same since.  But much to my chagrin, Deeds never puts his fist in the face of John McEnroe.

Whereas everyone in the original movie was white, this movie makes the required gestures to ethnicity.  We see Deeds carrying an elderly black man across the street in Mandrake Falls.  And when he decides to give his money away, it is to the United Negro College Fund.  Finally, whereas the lawsuit involving a common-law wife in “Opera Hat” was a fraud, complicated by a murder; and whereas it was also a fraud in the original movie, though quickly dispensed with; in Mr. Deeds, there really is a woman that gave birth to a child by Preston Blake, uncle of Longfellow Deeds.

Based on information in his diary, discovered by Babe (Wynona Ryder), this woman is an Hispanic maid that worked in the Blake Media Building where Blake had his office.  Blake had sex with this woman one night while working late, and nine months later, she had a baby.  That child turns out to be Emilio Lopez (John Turturro), Deeds’ butler.

I say “Hispanic,” but there is some puzzling dialogue in this regard.  At one point in the movie, when Cedar (Peter Gallagher) refers to Lopez as being Puerto Rican, Lopez replies, “I hail from Spain, sir.”  However, Lopez later says that he never knew who his father was, and his mother died while giving birth to him.  So, who told him he was from Spain?  For that matter, why does he speak with an Spanish accent?  Did he pick that up in a foster home?  And by what coincidence did he end up being Blake’s servant upon becoming an adult?  And as long as I’m nitpicking, why didn’t the maid come to Blake six weeks later, saying, “I’m pregnant. What are we going to do?”  There is nothing in his diary to indicate he was aware she was going to have a child.  Well, regardless of the answers to those questions, Lopez inherits all the money, though giving a billion to Deeds as he and Babe head back to Mandrake Falls to get married and live happily ever after.

There is no sanity hearing for Deeds in this remake, although there might need to be one for the people that made this movie.