In every genre or category of movies there are films that transcend academic pigeonholing, and Jacques Tourneur's Out of the Past is a prime example. One leaves a screening of this doomed romance with a profound appreciation of some key ideas behind film noir: disillusion and despair in a corrupt but seductive world. A critic once pegged this picture as the perfect "annihilating melodrama." Almost everyone winds up as a corpse, but they're very entertaining on the way.
RKO was supposed to be putting together economical program pictures, but this one overachieves on all counts. Howard Hughes favorite Robert Mitchum has his big break here, finally playing the ultra-casual pre- hipster who could have taught Jack Kerouac a few things about the Beat life. Unappreciated Jane Greer plays her femme fatale as a self-contradiction in a tight dress, the irresistable woman whose real name is Trouble. Mitchum's character knows that she's poison, but even when she lets on that there's only grief in their future, his answer is "Baby, I don't care!"
This better-than-classic film gets a super presentation on DVD as part of a new Film Noir package. Warner has been digging into the RKO library for over a year now, and Out of the Past is an excellent scheduling choice while more difficult restoration problems (King Kong, the Astaire-Rogers musicals) are still being sorted out.
Out of the Past is profound and unpretentious at the same time. Tourneur and RKO marshalled the standard elements of Geoffrey Homes' hardboiled novel and brought out the romantic side of noir in ways that previous tough-guy pictures had not. This story is slick, but it's not cynical. The proceedings drip with a failed romanticism forever defeated by greed, jealousy and pride.
Jeff Markham is a particularly low-rent detective, a Philip Marlowe who is no longer looking for the honorable thing to do. When he first interviews with Whit Sterling's "big operator," Jeff slouches in his chair as if nothing in the world could get his blood circulating. A $5,000 fee motivates him to pick up the trail of a wayward girlfriend described by Jeff's partner as a "wild goose with 40 Gs." Good sleuthing instincts take Markham right to his prey in Acapulco, but the Mexican heat, Roy Webb's seductively plaintive music and especially the sight of Kathie Moffatt take their toll. Jeff forgets his professional obligations and even his sense of self-preservation. Lots of movies ask if a love that will make us forget everything is really possible, as the genie professes in The Thief of Bagdad. In Out of the Past we're confronted with the argument that romantic suicide may be the only way to live.
Whit Sterling is dead serious when he says that there aren't any other women like Kathie Moffatt. Markham's mercenary partner calls her a cheap piece of baggage while admitting that "Your picture don't do you justice, baby." Kathie's first couple of appearances are almost hallucinatory. She literally materializes out of the glare of the Acapulco afternoon to reveal herself in the shadows as a creature with huge, knowing eyes. She can match Markham's suggestive flirting - no adolescent double-entendre The Big Sleep games here. But most importantly, Kathie carries an erotic aura wherever she goes, no doubt because the scenes that introduce her are filtered through Markham's subjective awe. She appears to him on the beach as a barefoot apparition, and when she enters the night club that "plays American music for a dollar" the violinist launches into her personal theme, a love melody that promises everything. 1
In Jeff Markham's hazy reveries Kathie Moffatt is mostly an idealized love object. When the narrative leaves flashback mode (a structure that likely threw 50% of the viewing audience) their relationship is knocked down a few notches. Now seen in the harsh light of day, Kathie's aura is gone. Her undisguised dishonesty elicits nothing but contempt from Markham, and he wants nothing to do with her - she's obviously a dangerous sociopath.
Kathie sees things differently. She honestly loves the men in her life but events just "happen" to force her to steal from them, blackmail them, and plot to have them killed. She double-crosses Jeff. He uncovers her perfidy. She squirms her way out. Jeff catches Kathie red-handed framing him for murder. She comes back with sincere denials. "Save it," says Jeff: "You're like a leaf that blows from one gutter to another." But Jeff falls for her yet again. Once hooked, always hooked - the possibility of regaining their lost idyll is too tempting.
Daniel Mainwaring's script and Tourneur's direction create a maze of intrigue around Jeff Markham. He's forced to run between Lake Tahoe and San Francisco, between nightclubs and terrace apartments in an effort to stay ahead of Whit Sterling's murderous schemes. All of this is accomplished with Robert Mitchum's casual cool. Jeff climbs into apartments, dodges hoods with the help of a trusty Dashiell Hammett-like cabbie, and wrests an important document from a fortified nightclub the way you or I would raid the refrigerator. Rough stuff in Out of the Past is deliciously refined - there's a brawl seen in shadows and cutaways to Kathie's catlike face ("Break his head, Jeff"). In the nightclub Mitchum pulls off his best casual knockdown, decking a thug with a throwaway uppercut. He doesn't even bat an eye. In theaters, it usually brings applause.
Somewhere in San Francisco the plot becomes too thick for many viewers, with Mitchum moving a tad too quickly. On old indistinct 16mm prints Jane Greer and woo-bait Rhonda Fleming were hard to tell apart (especially seen at 2am - Savant stayed up repeatedly). The first time I saw the picture I was completely lost; I thought the two women were one character until they showed up in the same taxicab together. Out of the Past does have a clear story. It's just that watching the beautiful images and listening to the great dialogue is so pleasant, who worries about it?
Friend Rocco Gioffre once pegged the secret of Out of the Past's superior dialogue - no question is ever given a straight answer. It's always another question, or a smart remark implying or insinuating something. Conventional hardboiled dialogue is meant to be read on a page and savored for its cleverness. Raymond Chandler says "The coupe sped away down the wet boulevard. I made the license plate the way I made my first million." Any ordinary reader has to double back twice to find the joke, a bon mot far too calculated to come out of any ordinary kind of character. Talk in Out of the Past suggests a constant disconnect between characters:
Kathie: "Did you miss me?" Jeff: "No more than I would my eyes."
As an added kick, Out of the Past has a very early performance from Kirk Douglas before he buffed out to play action heroes. His Whit Sterling is deftly sketched, showing an impressive range from breezy insincerity to sullen anger. He can juggle the stylized dialogue too: "Think of a number, Joe." Sterling isn't the spineless weasel Douglas played in The Love of Martha Ivers but he's still a long way from the broad histrionics of things like Detective Story.
RKO cameraman Nicholas Musuraca shot the influential Stranger on the Third Floor and teamed with Tourneur under Val Lewton on the career-making Cat People. Gentler with his lighting than the stark John Alton, Musuraca matched Tourneur's gentle direction with images that carry a full range of tones and are often composed in depth. Even the exteriors around Mono lake are aesthetically skewed, and any shot with Jane Greer is a portrait masterpiece. Under the careful lighting, Mitchum's heavy-lidded face combines a young hunk with a tired, wise old man. Nobody makes lighting up a cigarette into an art form, and Mitchum seems to do it 50 times in this picture.
Out of the Past directs its themes into an inevitable existential dilemma. Kathie's amorous treachery has painted Jeff into an impossible corner, and everyone's fate is resolved according to their inner natures, even Jeff's. He stares out at dawn over the woods he loves so much, and knows they're no longer a part of his future. He says "Build my gallows, high, baby" and wears his "I don't care" face to the bitter end. Faithful Ann is ready to carry an unhealthy torch for Jeff, and Jeff's deaf & dumb pal The Kid (Dickie Moore, everyone's favorite tot from early 30s pix like Blonde Venus) winds up the show with an enormous generosity of spirit and a philosophical distance that nobody else in the story can muster. Out of the Past is able to end as an elliptical enigma. Specific crimes are resolved, but the machinery of romantic fate remains a mystery.
The Asphalt Jungle is the most famous title in Warner's great set of film noir winners, but Out of the Past is the classiest and most refined of the bunch, a show that can hold its own against foreign classics and yet appeal to any American fan with the patience to watch a B&W movie.
The transfer isn't perfect but it comes close, with a transfer element touched only once or twice by an errant scratch or bit of dirt. The full spectrum of tones is faithfully represented, and although the DVD can't replicate the eye-popping experience of seeing an original print on a big screen, this version is sharp enough to impress anybody.
The audio commentary is by the gentle and thoughtful James Ursini, who has been writing about film since the early 1970s and knows his way around a noir like few others. His talk gives some information about the specific title and uses the rest of its time to relate effects and situations in the movie to the classic noir pattern.
As with the rest of the titles in the series, the cover uses original poster art. "Your picture doesn't do ya justice, lady" applies to the poster too, which makes dreamy Jane Greer look more like Bette Davis in The Letter. My pal Rocco saw Greer at a convention once and said that even at an older age her eyes were a knockout - at age 24 he was more than willing to be seduced by a 65 year-old! Jane Greer was one of a bevy of ex-noir vixens who participated with Scott Glenn in a round-table discussion that accompanied a month of Turner Classic Movies noirs several summers ago; they'd be a great extra when Warner brings out a second box of dames, private eyes and snub-nosed revolvers.
This studio has a heady list of RKO, Warners and MGM thrillers to pick from - I've italicized Savant's faves in this selection: Act of Violence, Border Incident, Fury, Lady in the Lake, Mystery Street, The Outfit, Party Girl, Point Blank, Side Street, Angel Face, Berlin Express, Beyond a Reasonable Doubt, Born to Kill, Cornered, His Kind of Woman, The Locket, The Narrow Margin, On Dangerous Ground, Stranger on the Third Floor, They Live By Night, They Won't Believe Me, Where Danger Lives, While the City Sleeps, The Window, The Breaking Point, The Damned Don't Cry, I Died a Thousand Times, The Mask of Dimitrios, Night Moves, Nora Prentiss, The Unsuspected, and White Heat. More power - and may other studios get serious about doing the same thing!
On a scale of Excellent, Good, Fair, and Poor,
Out of the Past rates:
1. A few years back I rushed to buy a
CD of Roy Webb's movie music that had some selections from Out of the Past. But the haunting, romantic
main theme wasn't there. Not three or four months later TCM played a late 30s picture called The Toast of New
York - and it had the same theme! Evidently RKO repurposed an older tune either from the earlier film, or a
library. It's possible that the theme is some standard from years before, like Aura Lee -
Love Me Tender.
Note from Bill Blackwell, 7/29/04: Glenn, I, too, was haunted by that romantic theme
from Out of the Past. When Frances Farmer played the harp and sang The First Time I
Saw You in The Toast of New York (1937), I knew the lovely song was familiar. A few days
later came one of those stopped-at-a-traffic-light epiphanies: Toast is an RKO picture . . .
the theme was re-cycled for Our of the Past!
The lyrics were by Allie Wrubel; The Lady in Red and Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah were two of
his hits. The haunting theme, derived from the 4th movement of Brahms' 1st---I believe, was by
Nat Shiklet, whose most famous melody is That Lonesome Road unless you vividly recall
Jeanine, I Dream of Lilac Time from the Colleen Moore-Gary Cooper Lilac Time.
Studios would steal from their publishing houses/libraries for background themes. With the Wind
and the Rain in Your Hand is used in The Lady Eve and goodness knows how many other
Universal films. And didn't Stella by Starlight from The Uninvited (1944) get used
in other Paramount films besides The Nutty Professor? - Bill Blackwell P.S. I think it
bold for '47 that Mitchum sits down at the table with Eunice and her date.
Note from Bill Blackwell, 7/29/04: Glenn, I, too, was haunted by that romantic theme from Out of the Past. When Frances Farmer played the harp and sang The First Time I Saw You in The Toast of New York (1937), I knew the lovely song was familiar. A few days later came one of those stopped-at-a-traffic-light epiphanies: Toast is an RKO picture . . . the theme was re-cycled for Our of the Past!
The lyrics were by Allie Wrubel; The Lady in Red and Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah were two of his hits. The haunting theme, derived from the 4th movement of Brahms' 1st---I believe, was by Nat Shiklet, whose most famous melody is That Lonesome Road unless you vividly recall Jeanine, I Dream of Lilac Time from the Colleen Moore-Gary Cooper Lilac Time.
Studios would steal from their publishing houses/libraries for background themes. With the Wind and the Rain in Your Hand is used in The Lady Eve and goodness knows how many other Universal films. And didn't Stella by Starlight from The Uninvited (1944) get used in other Paramount films besides The Nutty Professor? - Bill Blackwell
P.S. I think it
bold for '47 that Mitchum sits down at the table with Eunice and her date.
2. The dialogue in Out of the Past also has an odd cadence, a quality Savant
attributes to overeager
dialogue directors. Nobody slurs anything - each word of every dialogue line is articulated to match the phonetic
description in a dictionary. Waitress Marny (Mary Field) yaks to her customers across the dinette counter, and the
word "counter" is
said several times, pronounced "kown-ter" as if the film were meant for ESL (English as a second language)
classes. Everyone I know this side of Shakespeare drops the "t" almost completely: "kown'ner." You'll find
this to be true in almost every RKO film of the time. Even a drunk in On Dangerous Ground enunciates
his words like Mister Rogers.