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| DANGEROUS (director: Alfred E. Green; screenwriter: Laird Doyle; cinematographer: Ernest Haller; editor: Thomas Richards; music: Leo F. Forbstein; cast: Bette Davis (Joyce Heath), Franchot Tone (Don Bellows), Margaret Lindsay (Gail Armitage), Alison Skipworth (Mrs. Williams), John Eldredge (Gorton Heath), Dick Foran (Teddy), Douglas Wood (Elmont), Pierre Watkin (George Sheffield); Runtime: 78; MPAA Rating: NR; producer: Harry Joe Brown; Warner Brothers; 1935) |
| "Dreadful soap opera film."
Reviewed by Dennis Schwartz Bette Davis won her first Oscar for this dreadful soap opera film; common wisdom said it was a makeup for not even being nominated for her superb 1934 performance in Of Human Bondage. Alfred E. Green ("Baby Face"/"The Girl From Tenth Avenue"/"The Golden Arrow") directs as if he were doing an amateur summer stock play in a resort reserved for braindead tourists, while Laird Doyle turns in the weak screenplay. The character Bette plays was inspired by stage legend Jeanne Eagels, a Bette favorite, who became a drug addict and died tragically on the skids at the age of 35. It would be too kind to only say this is an incredulous film, one must also say that Miss Davis's flamboyant performance was mawkish and unconvincing. This is the film where Bette had an affair with costar Franchot Tone even though he was engaged at the time to Joan Crawford, whom he married after the picture. The bitter enmity between the rival divas began here, legend has it, and lasted their lifetime. Joyce Heath (Bette Davis) is a former famous Broadway stage actress
whose career nose dived when she was labeled a jinx, as every man she got
involved with either died or was financially ruined. She's now an embittered
and slovenly lush whom architect Don Bellows (Franchot Tone) runs into
in a cheap cellar beer joint when out slumming with his polo friend Teddy
(Dick Foran) and wealthy knockout fiancée Gail Armitage (Margaret
Lindsay). We're then asked to swallow that Don makes his mission in life
her rehabilitation because he saw her onstage once and her performance
inspired him to leave Wall Street to be an architect. Don thereby takes
Joyce to his weekend country Connecticut home to regain her dignity and
to overcome the superstititious belief that she's a jinx. Our good boy
then
Even Davis was honest enough to say she found the script maudlin and that the Oscar belonged to Katharine Hepburn for Alice Adams. REVIEWED ON 4/8/2008 GRADE: C- Dennis Schwartz: "Ozus' World Movie Reviews" © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED DENNIS SCHWARTZ |