Also watched this weekend, a Melange of Minor Marlowes, with very mixed results.
The Lady in the Lake (Robert Montgomery as PM). Most notable for generally refusing to show Marlowe’s face, and using the camera as him – so everyone speaking to Marlowe addresses the camera directly. When you see the intro – where ‘Marlowe’ tells us the set up, you are very glad we don’t see more of Montgomery, he seems like a perfectly good radio actor, but wooden as hell. But then the film starts, and within five minutes the ‘trick’ becomes annoying. Within half an hour it’s unbearable, so it gets turned off.
Brasher Doubloon (The High Window, with George Montgomery). A much better film. Not first rate, but good, and a pretty coherent version of a confusing tale. This Montgomery is no Bogart, but he is watchable, if a tad passive-aggressive in how he switches between flirting with all those dames and playing hardball with the big guys.
The Falcon Takes Over (George Sanders as The Falcon, based on Farewell, My Lovely). The first Chandler adaptation, and it replaces Philip with the gentleman detective ‘The Falcon’ (Sanders’ third outing as that detective). It’s still a good story, tho moving much of the action from the black underbelly of American society to a posh nightclub makes various scenes and characters seem completely out of place. Watchable, but only just.
Murder, My Sweet (Farwell, My Lovely, with Dick Powell) Shouldn’t really be on a ‘minor Marlowe’ list, it’s the third or second best film with him in it (depending on whether you consider Altman’s film to be anything to do with the ‘real’ Marlowe), but lots of them are quite short, so I ended up watching it again anyway. Powell is no Bogart, and can be quite wooden, especially in the supposedly charming scenes, but he can come over convincingly, certainly better than the other performers, and could propel a sense of menace. They stick to the story fairly closely (tho they remove most of the racial references), and the support are excellent. Dmytryk certianly knew how to create the full repertoire of noirisms, and it’s the most convincing of the other forties films. The title was changed because apparently the producers were afraid people would think 'Farewell, My Lovely' would be a musical.
Farewell My Lovely (Robert Mitchum) – the first of the Mitchum remakes (why do they always start with Farewell?) and it’s the better of the two, as I recall. Altho made in the seventies, it has all the looks of a eighties made for TV film. Mitchum could have been a great Marlowe, but he’s at least twenty years too old in this and really dialling it in. it is probably the most true to Chandler of any of the films tho – right down to all that charming language about ‘shines’ and far more explicit references to homosexuality. They add a few references to the date (seemingly so that we can all go ‘ohh, it’s so long ago, they were allowed to speak like that then), but otherwise it’s pretty pure Chandler. Roger Ebert, for some reason, really rated this film, god knows why. I would have turned it off after half an hour, but then Charlotte Rampling turned up. No one can substitute for Lauren Bacall, but if anyone could….it could well be Charlotte Rampling. She is very good, deliciously sultry and a convincing femme fatale. Still doesn’t stop it from being a pretty lousy film tho. Also contains an early appearance by Sylvester Stallone, who isn’t the worst thing in it, and Harry Dean Stanton, who is one of the best things in it.
Marlowe (The Little Sister, James Garner). One I hadn’t seen before, and a big omission. Updated to the sixties this is almost an anti-noir as all the outdoor scenes are shot in ultra bright daylight, no chiaroscuro here. One whole plotline is removed from the book, but it makes few odds, and it otherwise sticks fairly close to the original. Garner is excellent – a little too light perhaps, you can see exactly where Jim Rockford came from in this – handling the wit, the charm, and the menace with ease. Excellent supports – especially Rita Moreno as Dolores Gonzáles – well paced, and strongly directed. Bruce Lee makes his Hollywood debut (?) in a couple of quite amusing, if wholly misplaced scenes, until he is removed from the action with a quick dollop of slight homophobia. Despite that, it is still well worth a watch if you haven’t seen it before.
I still have a couple more to catch up on
Time to Kill (High Window with Lloyd Nolan as Michael Shayne instead of Marlowe) and
The Big Sleep (Robert Mitchum) – I’ll try to get round to them, tho my heart wont be in it. I made a start on the latter, but as it opens with Marlowe driving along a road with a signpost for
Stevenage I decided I needed to wait before putting myself through it.
Then, once I’ve (re)read the books, I’ll have to (re)watch
The Long Goodbye (Elliott Gould) and
Poodle Springs (James Caan). Neither read nor watched Poodle Springs before, so that should be interesting, even if it is barely Chandler at all.