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Midnight Mary from 1933 with Loretta Young, Richard Cortez, and Franchot Tone


Some precode movies are just movies made during the precode era, with nothing salacious about them – Midnight Mary is not one of those movies. Produced at prestigious MGM, it has a little more polish than most, but still all the dirt of a Warner Bros. picture under its fingernails.

It opens with a young, beautiful woman, played by the arrestingly beautiful and lithe twenty-year-old Loretta Young, on trial for murder and all but mocking the judge and jury with her nonchalance. With that strong opening, most of the movie is then told through flashbacks.

Young, born into poverty, had none of life's advantages. She was even falsely arrested and sent to a reform school as a teenager. Still, when she gets out, she tries to lead a "respectable" life, but in the Great Depression that's no easy feat.

Eventually, prostitution and gangsters beckon, with one smart, smarmy one, played by Richard Cortez, taking a shine to her. Still, Young tries to break free of him and does...for a while. Young, in time, also meets a handsome, wealthy, and kind society gentleman, played by Franchot Tone.

This sets up a heck of a moral vice for Young. Cortez can only bring her down and she can only bring Tone down, as in that day, a man like Tone did not marry a woman like Young. From a distance, the movie is Young bouncing between the two men as her attempts at independence fail her.

The failure isn't on her, though – it is the times and the sleazy men. Even when she gets an honest job and is doing good work, her boss comes on to her. It's more complicated than that, but in this particular precode world, most men are bad and most women have few options.

Young is ultimately forced to choose between these two men in the most dramatic of fashion, resulting in the trial that opens – and closes – the movie. You might not like the resolution, as it's very Hollywood, but overall, this is no shrinking violet precode.

You'll want to pay close attention in the scene when Young is forced to choose between Tone and Cortez, as she first offers Cortez, in a whisper, something of value that a reasonable viewer would assume are some pretty dramatic sexual favors – again, this is no shy precode.

Cortez himself is in his acting sweet spot here as the oleaginous gangster, and Tone is perfectly cast as the handsome society gentleman. But this is Young’s movie through and through – and the already-old-Hollywood-hand, twenty-year-old actress is more than up to the challenge.

She does it all by conveying so many emotions – optimism, depression, anger, fear, selfishness, and generosity (an incomplete list) – and assuming so many personas that you can only marvel at the twenty-year-old’s talent.

Being an MGM movie, even for 1933, the production quality is high, making it feel less dated and less clunky than many of its peers. Still, the picture rips along at a precode pace, focusing on plot advancement and action, not artistic sensibilities or nuance.

After just seventy-four minutes, Midnight Mary leaves you exhausted but gratified — an amped-up version of real life anchored by a knockout performance from a young actress who would go on to build a six-decade career in a business not known for its longevity.

 

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Jet Storm from 1959 with Richard Attenborough, Sybil Thorndike, Stanley Baker, Virginia Maskell, Mai Zetterling, Hermione Baddeley, and David Kossoff


British filmmakers didn't have the budgets to compete with Hollywood blockbusters in the post-war era, so they focused on having talented actors dramatize engaging stories. Despite often having modest sets and limited special effects, many of these movies have held up well.

Jet Storm, a progenitor of the many airplane disaster movies that followed, is squarely in this mold. With a cast that includes Richard Attenborough, Sybil Thorndike, Stanley Baker, and Mai Zetterling, the talent and story pull this one through some bumpiness.

A luxury flight – it's the era of luxury flights – from England to the US is going well until the captain and passengers learn that a fellow passenger, played by Attenborough, has placed a bomb on board to avenge the hit-and-run killer of his young daughter.

Since the driver was never found, Attenborough did his own sleuthing to find him, but the man – a fellow passenger – used his money and influence to avoid prosecution. So now, Attenborough is going to take down an entire plane of passengers, including himself, to get his revenge.

Attenborough, who has clearly snapped mentally, has some gobbledygook ideology about all mankind being responsible, so he plans to kill as many as he can to "purge the world of sin." It's not a huge leap to see a slant rhyme to the nuclear annihilation fears of the era.

Typical for the genre, the main story is the captain, played by Baker, trying to prevent the bombing, while the cabin crew – here, mainly just a stewardess, played by Virginia Maskell – try to help the captain and keep the passengers calm.

Also aligned to the movie's template, a series of smaller dramas play out in the passengers' lives, as potential divorces, career insecurities, old-age ennui, and other day-to-day or life-changing struggles buffet the well-attired passengers, now potentially facing imminent death.

Some have faith in the captain, while others, as time ticks by, want to take matters into their own hands, with torture on the table – "tell us where the bomb is, or else." A Jewish passenger reminds the "torture him to save us" clique that the Nazis also believed torture was an answer.

Attenborough is very good as the man who snapped – he plays his role almost in a stupor, but he does have brief lucid moments. Baker, as the upright captain, and Maskell, as the young stewardess showing courage and poise, also give notable performances.

Hermione Baddeley as a middle-aged woman losing her nerve and becoming nasty, Thorndike as the older woman with a calm perspective, and David Kossoff playing the aforementioned Jewish doctor deserve kudos as well.

Less deserving of praise are the special effects, in particular, of the exterior shots of the plane in flight, which look like a couple of smart high school kids used some models.

To be fair, some real effort went into the interior set and there are a few realistic scenes related to the plane's challenges. But there is also the problem that the interior of the plane in no way could be the one that matches the plane shown in the exterior shots.

The story is far-fetched, as Attenborough’s central premise is stupid even for an insane man, and he seems to still have some rational faculties. Also, there's a bit too much obvious philosophy – the noted bomb parallel and Nazi torture – shoehorned in.

Jet Storm is a good movie despite its challenges, and the exact thing British cinema excelled at doing back then: employing a talented cast to put over a thoughtful story on a modest budget.

Today, there's little fresh in this story, but that speaks well not poorly of the movie as it helped usher in a popular genre – the airplane disaster picture – that has built out both serious and comedic vectors ever since.