“Got More Than You Bargained for, Huh?“ – “Yes … and No: I Should Have Considered the Follow-up Costs.”
Follow-up costs? What follow-up costs can there possibly be hidden in a harmless book? In the case of Eddie Muller’s crazy roller-coaster of a homage to film noir the answer is quite simple: You will end up buying loads of films to complete your noir collection while following the author on his tour de force through the Mean Streets of Dark City. For example such forgotten gems as Edward Dmytryk’s “The Sniper” (1952), Robert Wise’s “Born to Kill” (1947), Joseph Losey’s “The Prowler” (1951) or Otto Preminger’s “Fallen Angel” (1945), films which Muller discusses in comparative detail and which as yet I had not had in my noir collection. Let alone several other films which I could not order since they have not yet found their way on DVD – and I would so much like to see Robert Ryan bully Ido Lupino in “Beware, My Lovely” (1952)!
A look at the book itself will already tell you that this may be unusual fare because with its 21.5 cm height and 25 cm breadth it will not easily fit among the other titles in my bookshelf but instead it will stick out. So does Muller’s way of dealing with the topic: Whereas Foster Hirsch in his knowledgeable study Film Noir: The Dark Side of the Screen applies a rather systematic approach by looking at literary backgrounds, at the development of the cinema that is mirrored in noir, at noir stylistics, at noir directors, at actors and at typical narrative patterns, or whereas the various Noir Readers edited by Alain Silver and James Ursini give you scholarly in-depth studies of single films or particular aspects of film noir, Eddie Muller makes the world of noir come to life again by linking the films with the stories behind them. This can at times take on a rather muck-raking attitude – Gene Tierney’s private ordeal is described in what I would deem a very sensationalist style, and Gloria Grahame’s sex life is exposed in a lot of detail, for instance – but often it proves very elucidating, e.g. when Muller writes about the infamous HUAC or studio politics.
Muller structures his book by taking us to various places of Dark City, which all stand for certain narrative patterns or sub-genres: In his chapter “Sinister Heights”, for instance, he deals with films centring on gangsters and their influence on society, in “Hate Street” we are invited to take a look behind the bourgeois façade of families like the Dietrichsons (“Double Indemnity”) or at deadly ménages à trios, like in “The Postman Always Rings Twice”, in “Shamus Flats” we get to know the typical noir detective, in “Blind Alley” Muller deals with the fatalism that is so typical of noir, and “Vixenville” might speak for itself. Ah, “Deadly Is the Female”! [1] In a way, this is a very systematic approach but it allows Muller to proceed in a less scholarly way that is rather based on association. Still, while he often gives quite detailed summaries of films that are important to his cause – his language makes sure that this is entertaining reading, though –, he manages to offer a lot of interesting insight – as, for example, when he detects an acid attack on middle-class hypocrisy in a seemingly harmless noir like “The Prowler”. Or, even more surprising to me, when he makes a sound case for considering Raoul Walsh’s “White Heat” a conservative film in that it does not see crime as partly caused by social iniquities but rather as the result of a “mother complex”.
I already mentioned Muller’s language. He adopts a very casual style, trying to imitate the tough talk that features in so many noir films, which might seem off-putting and contrived at the start but soon adds to the flair of the whole book. [2] I also liked the way in which Muller does not shy away from taking up a stance: He leaves no doubt that he does not particularly like Orson Welles as a person, and his commentary that Ida Lupino was an artist who, to the chagrin of modern critics, “never stooped to define herself in terms of gender” (p.177) may not be politically correct but is at least honest and refreshing, and true. A similar refreshing jab at “the cultural elite who had adopted its post-everything attitude” (p.191) made me nearly drown in my coffee for laughter.
Last not least, the book is full of appetizing stills from lots and lots of noir movies.
If you want to dive into the intricacies of noir cinema and learn something about critics’ theories and if you are not afraid of scholarly mumbo-jumbo, the Noir Readers mentioned above would be more to your taste, but for those who love film noir and want to read a very, very long essay written by someone who shares this love, Eddie Muller’s book is a very good choice.
[1] This impressive film is actually dealt with in the chapter “Loser’s Lane” under its better-known title “Gun Crazy”.
[2] A non-native speaker like me will also cherish the opportunity of enlarging their vocabulary for words and expressions they will probably never use.