Reviewed by Glenn Erickson
This Paramount picture is what back in the UCLA Cinema School we used to call a seminal film - it
formed some of the main ideas in film noir and in later action films, particularly the
James Bond franchise.
The whirlwind script, from an era more closely associated with Preston Sturges and Hope and Crosby
comedies, mixes hardboiled Grahame Greene spy moves with some slick Paramount packaging. The
casting gave fourth-billed Alan Ladd his big break and with glamour girl Veronica
Lake created one of the forties' most popular romantic teams.
Psychotic hit man Raven (Alan Ladd) is doublecrossed by nightclub owner Willard Gates
(Laird Cregar) who acts as a middleman for a traitorous industrialist, the president of Nitro
Chemical, Alvin Brewster (Tully Marshall). Traveling to Los Angeles to kill his way to the top
of his bretrayers, Raven hooks up with Ellen Graham (Veronica Lake) a nightclub illusionist who has
been enlisted by a senator to use Gates to find out who is making deals to manufacture deadly gas
for the Japanese enemy. Ellen's fianceé Lt. Michael Crane (Robert Preston) tries as best he
can to keep up, tracking Raven while wondering if his girlfriend has been kidnapped or is a
Even the title of This Gun for Hire is an improvement over the original. Faced with cleaning
up a Grahame Greene novel for the screen, this story of a ruthless hit man (an MPAA no-no) could have
been a waste of time. But the screenplay by major hitter W.R. Burnett and future Hollywood Ten
All-Star Albert Maltz is a continuous stream of very modern narrative ideas - spy gags and story
hooks that wouldn't become familiar until the spy craze that began fifteen years later with
Dr. No and
The Manchurian Candidate. Slippery
hit man Raven tricks the cops and outfoxes the G-Men like a pro, even leaving savvy street kids
in his wake as he eludes capture in pursuit of his prey. The snappy script sneaks in a number of
racy lines, such as Robert Preston's rebuke to villain Laird Cregar, "Go milk a duck!"
The glamour nonsense is gotten over quickly. Veronica Lake's unlikely character - fianceé / singer/
magician / government agent - sings two musical numbers but spends the rest of her time dodging
villains. She's fairly convincing when playing tag with Alan Ladd's Raven, a dangerous psycho who loves
cats but manhandles women.
Baby-faced Alan Ladd is a key figure for the modern action hero, the American man of violence who
would later take over from the masculine John Wayne-Gary Cooper straight shooters. He's the guy
with the gun, but Maltz and Burnett also make him an emotional and physical cripple, a woman-hating
infantile rattlesnake. We see him beat up Annie, the hotel maid (Pamela Blake) and shoot several
people in cold blood, including a woman killed through a closed door. The script compensates by having him
dote on kittens and be mesmerized by a crippled child. The childhood injury theme reflects his own mutilation at
the hands of a vicious aunt in one of those formative traumas popular in the Hollywood Freud years.
Basically, if you consider the James Bond character a merciless thug, Raven is his obvious progenitor.
Raven has many of the same qualities, but 007's fantasy world drops the the psychologizing and makes sure that
Bond never has to threaten innocent women or shoot kids. Raven is surprisingly well-developed as
a character, slowly letting down his guard to trust a woman for the first time in his life.
It's a major effort for Raven to trust anyone, and the slick action ending (during an air-raid
gas drill in downtown L.A.) wouldn't work if there wasn't that tension between Raven and his "only
Maltz and Burnett create in Raven a vision of the American he-man as an infantile emotional cripple.
Raven seeks out cats not only because they're solitary hunters as he is, but because they give him
the affection he desperately needs. Asleep on the night train to Los Angeles, we find him snuggled
against Ellen's shoulder as if she were his mommy. 1
Finally, when an L.A.P.D. cop gets the drop on Raven, there's a tight shot focusing on the killer's
face. It's the pouting face of a frustrated little boy, angry and confused. He shoots the
policeman dead point-blank (oh, MPAA...!) and goes on the run, clearly prefiguring every punk juvenile
delinquent who'd ever loose a pent-up rage against the world.
Raven's moral problems and need for others are complications unsuited to action fantasies that just want to
create light entertainment out of killing and destruction. Later action vehicles would "uncomplicate" matters
by leaving the heroes as trigger-happy killers with no psychological depth whatsoever. Despite the Cold War
rationalizing, James Bond does what he does, and that's it.
This Gun for Hire puts Raven in a number of very 007 situations, trying to escape a large
industrial complex through a drain pipe and penetrating a fortified office building by stealth and
guile. Evil industrialist Alvin Brewster's electronic doors are turned against him, and the villain
tries to kill Raven with a Bond-like gun diguised as a pen. In his wheelchair, Brewster reminds us
of a Frank Capra bigshot villain, uncovered as a traitorous snake. 2
Backing up the breathless action are Robert Preston's thankless-role hero, and Laird Cregar's cowardly
villain who everyone calls fat at one point or another. Cregar would find several years of fame
at Fox playing The Lodger and other mysterious characters. Through fascinating articles in
Video Watchdog, I learned that he desperately tried to lose weight in a bid to be accepted as a
Tully Marshall is a wheezing Mr. Big bad guy and young Marc Lawrence
(Cloak and Dagger) an effective
second-string menace. Standing out in the first reels is Olin Howland as a deadpan talent agent
unimpressed by knockout babes like Veronica Lake. Howlin is best remembered for his roles as the
Them! and the old codger who
gets himself eaten by The Blob, his last film.
Universal's DVD of This Gun for Hire is a good encoding from what I understand are some
very iffy Paramount source materials in Universal's vault. Many of the pre 1948 Paramount pix (owned
by Universal for the last forty years or so) are backed up only by inferior safety dupe negatives
made in the early 1950s - everything else has been thrown away. This is a tragedy as Paramount's
30s and 40s pictures retained longer than any studio the 'silver screen' look that can only be
seen in nitrate prints. The Paramount house style stood out in the archive prints we had at UCLA
in the 1970s. Few if any are probably screenable today.
The picture looks okay - video tweaking can do a lot, but the soundtrack is overcompressed
just enough to become "crunchy," with aural details processed away. Most of the dialogue is clear, but
wheezy old Mr. Brewster's whisperings are hard to make out, and some of the music is slightly
But that's no reason to avoid This Gun for Hire in the Universal Noir Collection - it plays
fine. I'm eager to see if Universal comes up with more terrific Uni and Paramount noirs next year:
They've got a lot to choose from: Christmas Holiday, The Dark Mirror, Kiss the Blood off my Hands,
Ride the Pink Horse, Shakedown, Uncle Harry, The Accused, Among the Living, The Blue Dahlia, Double
Indemnity (delayed, I hope, to make a better version), The Glass Key, I Walk Alone, and The Night
Has a Thousand Eyes. Universal may also be holding original elements for the public domain eyesore,
Fritz Lang's Scarlet Street. They could do a lot worse than bringing it out in its original
On a scale of Excellent, Good, Fair, and Poor,
This Gun for Hire rates:
Packaging: Keep case
Reviewed: July 29, 2004
1. Reportedly Ladd was so
small (normally no handicap for a star) that they had to put him on a box to play love scenes with
his leading ladies. But Ms. Lake was said to be pretty short herself.
2. I think I read where the WW2-sabotage references were added to the
script at the last minute. Veronica Lake delivers a couple of patriotic lines about nasty turncoats
selling deadly Gas formulas to the enemy. In today's context it's more than ironic. All those Weapons
of Mass Destruction that can't be located in Iraq, were sold to our potential enemies by Brewster-like Washington
bureaucrats eager to help out the weapons industry ... it's all Made in America, folks.
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