What is it about? : Safecracking ex-con Flicker Hayes double crosses the gang and goes on the run to sleepy fishing village Santa Avila. With him is Rose Lawrence, a down on her luck girl who wants to put her past behind her and marry simple fisherman Nick and settle down. As the mobsters approach, Rose finds herself attracted to Flicker and having second thoughts about the wedding.
The Call Sheet :
James Cagney, Joan Blondell and Victor Jory, with Frank Craven,
Sarah Padden, Harold Huber, Russell Hopton and John Qualen
Behind the Camera :
Directed by Lloyd Bacon, Screenplay by Tom Buckingham and Niven
Busch, Cinematography by George Barnes, Art direction by Anton Grot.
Snapshot Thoughts :
He Was Her Man is one of the last gasps of the pre-code era, sneaking
in mere months before the Hays Code came into effect. As a result we
see a lot of the usual tropes of what we know as pre-code cinema,
though played with perhaps slightly less conviction and perhaps a
hint of uneasiness. James Cagney, as Flicker Hayes is a largely
unlikable character who wrestles with his own smugness for most of
the movie as to whether he should let Joan Blondell’s Rose into his
life or just use her like he does everyone else. It all plays out with a
muted sense of doom and downbeat realism that would all but vanish
within the next year. As ever, the characters are not so clean cut,
with everyone having some sort of shame or compromise in their
closet. Flicker is a criminal so low that he double crosses his
fellow gangsters for his own amusement then runs away to avoid the
consequences. Throughout the movie he uses the people around him to
protect himself, and even when his noble side emerges it’s linked
to his self preservation. Rose, for all her dreams of married respectability, met
her prospective husband while selling her body to make a
living. She flatly states. he was “a guy in town for a good time.
The bellhop introduced us. Figure it out for yourself”. It’s the
chance of escaping her past and present, rather than love or commitment that pushes her toward
marriage. Even the one supposedly good character in the
movie, fisherman Nick is not without fault. Most glaringly, if he is
such a pious hard working family man (he even lives with his mother) why
was he visiting ladies of ill repute in cheap hotels? The whole sorry
situation just adds up to a portrayal of a broken society, crippled by
the Depression with lonely people desperate for any sort of comfort or solace
in the darkness. It’s the drama between the principle characters
that provides the most interest in the movie, alongside the timing of
the film’s release, and the muted performances of the leads, giving
He Was Her Man the nostalgic glow of the end of an era. It would be a
long time before movies would be as adult as this.
Star Performances :
Despite putting in a committed performance, James Cagney just
isn’t displaying his usual magic in this movie, so the star
performance honours have to go to Joan Blondell. It must have
been difficult to be one of James Cagney’s leading ladies as he’s
such a force of nature, an unstoppable firecracker of movement on the
screen that it was difficult for anyone to keep up with his electric
presence. Joan Blondell, probably more than anyone got as near to
being his perfect screen partner, complementing his hyperactivity
either with a peppy energy of her own or by a simple look of big eyed
charm. They appeared together in seven films, of which sadly this is
the seventh. Despite working together so often and having an obvious
chemistry they are rarely thought of as one of the great movie
partnerships. Great screen partnerships require a give and take and a
sense of equality but when working alongside Cagney, I’d imagine
just trying to keep up was the main concern. Overall, I’m not a
massive fan of Joan’s more restrained performances (of which this
is one), as her big eyes and round face give way to a kind of lost
puppy dog look that gets a bit wearing. For example, in Union Depot
the initial promise of her world weary character gives way to just
standing around in the later parts of the movie. She just seems more
comfortable playing a character that does something about her
problems, rather than submissively giving in to them. She plays a
similar sort of role in He Was He Man but thankfully she has a bit
more to do and she manages to make the most of what was probably on
paper another world weary victim role. She certainly saves the
part by injecting bursts of emotion in key scenes and her simmering
passion and confusion ensures she is just as much a focal point as
Cagney. Though in the end, it’s so difficult to criticise a Joan
Blondell performance as she’s just so likeable, and this movie
despite its flaws is no different.
James Cagney puts in a good performance despite playing a quieter and more restrained version of his usual screen persona. He skilfully runs a fine line between making the audience identify with Flicker as the hero of the movie whilst reminding us that he is not to be trusted. As the movie progresses and we naturally expect him to soften, Cagney’s use of body language and facial expressions keep us on our guard. Even in a comparatively minor film in his canon he gives a master class in screen acting. There really is no such thing as a lazy Cagney performance, he can never be accused of phoning it in. Other notables in the cast include Frank Craven as a duplicitous informant, Harold Huber and Russell Hopton as a convincingly mean pair of hit men and regular John Ford character actor John Qualen in a charming part (and one that for once doesn’t require him to be Swedish!) as a taxi driver. If you are particularly eagle eyed you can also see Billy West, former silent screen comedian and Chaplin impersonator in a one line part. I always get a kick out of seeing Hollywood veterans, all with storied careers of their own appearing in small parts in studio movies. Billy West doesn’t do or say much, but it was nice to see him get a pay cheque.
Technical
Excellences: Actually not much to recommend in terms of technical
innovation. As ever, Lloyd Bacon turns in a solid job at directing
(is there such a thing as a badly directed Lloyd Bacon movie?) but in
this case there’s not much to set He Was Her Man out from the
crowd. There are some nice locations used in the film, shot in
Monterey, California but even they are not used to their full
potential. Rather than the fishing village seeming like a safe place
hidden away from the outside world, it merely looks like any other
Hollywood coastal location. So all in all, a solid yet uninspiring
job done behind the camera. In fact, there was so little to inspire
visually that I actually got a bit excited when there was a screen
wipe used. I like screen wipes.
The Sublime: Joan
Blondell’s character, Rose spends the first half of the movie
supposedly torn emotionally over whether to marry the kind and
dependable fisherman Nick, who she doesn’t really know or love, or
flashy criminal Flicker, who she finds herself growing more attracted
to. As a result of this mental confusion, and also the fact that the
part is woefully underwritten, she doesn’t really do much other
than do her best to look worried. The problem is, due to the script
we are never too sure what she is thinking. She could be wondering
who she really loves or worrying whether she left a pie in the oven;
it’s all a bit vague. Thankfully there is a wonderful scene late in
the movie where everything becomes clearer, and more importantly you
can see that Joan Blondell, far from her usual bright and breezy
screen persona has the acting ability to not only overcome poor
material but also to convey great emotional depth. In order to save
her from the two hit men, Flicker decides to tell her he was using
her all along and was never going to take her with him when he left
(which isn’t too far from the truth). The scene is played in medium
shot, with the reaction from Joan (mournfully stating “I understand…I understand
everything") in close up. In her close ups, Joan Blondell gives an
unbelievably intense stare that conveys her hurt, disappointment and
acceptance all at once. He leaves and she stands alone in the house,
completely broken but managing to convey a sense of release also. She
picks up her suitcase and makes her way back to her room. It’s one
of the best bits of acting I’ve seem Joan do, at once vulnerable and
tragic yet tinged with the inevitability of it all. Of course, the
fact that Flicker has just unknowingly saved her life adds meaning to
scene but she plays it beautifully. It seems that at about the time
she made the movie, Joan was going through quite a lot of pretty heavy stuff in her own
life, and perhaps her trials added to the emotional experience she could
draw on for the scene.
The Ridiculous: The movie is played straight and as such everyone gives solid performances, and the script though under developed is treated with reverence. The only vaguely ridiculous member of the cast is the one residing on James Cagney’s top lip. Yes, Cagney sports an anaemic moustache in this movie and it’s...er distracting to say the least. He just looks so odd with facial hair, there’s an inherent wrongness to it. Like a clean shaven Clark Gable or Ronald Colman, or an unshaven Cary Grant, it’s just not right seeing Cagney with a moustache. It changes him from a no nonsense tough guy to a slightly oily con man (which is perhaps the point). Maybe it did suit the part, or maybe Warren William wasn’t available. Who can say?.
Is it worth
watching? He Was Her Man is a very entertaining film despite its
flaws. On one hand it’s the epitome of a solidly made B picture
from a studio like Warners in the pre-code era. Star driven, with a
fast pace and short running time, it does its job of diverting the
attention from everyday matters. The plot, while fairly slight, has
a genuinely surprising resolution which keeps you guessing (and just
when you wonder what’s going to happen at the end, it suddenly
becomes all about ice cream! Really!) Visually and
artistically it’s nothing out of the ordinary, yet the whole effect
is eminently satisfying. In my very first blog post a few years ago, I
talked about how I was more interested in the films that slip through the
cracks of the well known film star filmographies. He Was Her Man is
exactly that, a solid James Cagney and Joan Blondell film that never gets talked about,
by a director that never gets talked about. Not great, and by no
means bad, just entertainment in its purest form. If you want to see
such a movie, and find who indeed was her man, this one is for
you.
Random Quote: “Deus
Meus! I forget the ice cream! It will melt!”
I select the 'repertory" films for the Albuquerque Film Club screenings at the local art house,Guild Cinema. I usually preview the film before scheduling it, as old favorites sometimes don't live up to my youthful memory of them or simple date and seem flat upon reappraisal. Joan Blondell is among my favorites of her era(s). I never watch one of her 1930s/40s films without the wonder of how eternally fresh she seems, how contemporary and improvisational are her performances in contrast with other leading ladies and men of the studio era who now seem quite mannered. Blondell began as a toddler in her family's small time vaudeville act, and never was there a more demanding hard knocks training for a performer. She lacked the pretensions of some film stars from the legit theatre, but she understood audiences and was a thorough professional, respected for nailing a a 'take' on her first try and for being friendly and non-temperamental (which is one reason Warners never had to cater to her demands as they did to those made by Bette Davis. I wish Joan's pairings with Glenda Farrell had resulted in better movies. What a duo they would have made as Anita Loos' Lorelei Lee and Dorothy! And Blondell aged as real people do. One hundred plus films later, ill and shortly before she died, see her with Gena Rowlands in John Casavetes' 1977 "Opening Night."
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