-30- (1959) is a story of the gritty newspaper game played out entirely in the newsroom. Unlike the spirited hijinks of The Front Page where a fugitive is hidden in a roll top desk and the smart aleck newshounds will do just about anything for a story, this movie is more mature, more world-weary, more soul-searching, and presents the journalists in a much more human light of both idealism and self-doubt.
This is our entry in the Breaking News blogathon hosted by Comet Over Hollywood and Lindsay's Movie Musings. Have a look at these two great blogs for a list of the other swell blogs taking part.He’s tough, cunning, but quiet, with a sense of humor and a wellspring of tenderness that is borne of daily reporting on an often unpleasant world, and from being haunted by his own past personal tragedy.
The barking in this film is left to William Conrad, an editor whose war cry of, “Boy!” refers to the gang of 20-something copyboys on staff always looking for their big break as journalists, but always reduced to menial gofers.
His chief irritant is David Nelson, who just can’t seem to please his boss. Much of the film’s wry humor comes from the clashing in this newsroom full of oddball personalities: Richard Deacon, the frustrated staff artist whose talent and art education is wasted on retouching photos. Another editor who is assigned to both real estate and religion, wishes he could cover the weather, and Jack Webb decides to let him do all three, proclaiming him editor of heaven and earth.
Howard McNear aka Floyd the Barber shows up, too, as an editor, and it's neat the Mr. Webb has casted so many movie lesser knowns and bit players for featured roles in this film.
th century. Jack Webb is supportive of the gals, and helps Nancy Valentine to get her big break when a big story happens.
They work the evening shift, preparing the morning paper. The newsroom never closes in these days of big-city dailies that had both morning and afternoon papers, and any number of “extras” as the events permitted. In 1959, print journalism was at a crossroads, and we see it here. When the big story happens, they are competing with the new television media, and William Conrad jokingly laments, “Oh, why didn’t we all get together and stamp out TV when there was still time?”
Towards the end of the movie, when the paper goes to press, we can hear the hum of the huge presses rolling on a floor below. We are past the days of Linotype in the composing room, but on the desks and light tables in the newsroom we see this is still an era of paste-up and layout, literally. (This era continued, for me at least, into the 1980s, and it is a kick to see them work with blue pencil and rulers and rubber cement, and to crop photos, literally, by drawing margins, where figuring out column inches and percentages was done with math.)
There are other, less technical touches to this film that endear the viewer to this world of second-shift newspapermen and women. The way William Conrad uses a piece of typing paper to wipe yesterday’s grounds out his small electric coffee percolator at the beginning of his shift, berating David Nelson, who stands before him with a tray of paper cups of water so Conrad can refill his pot. I like the sweater vests, and the editor wearing the green eyeshade he probably put on with pride in his youth and never took it off.
There is also the omnipresent rain, like the Day of Judgment. We see it out the window over Jack Webb’s shoulder as he looks toward the neon sign of the diner across the street. We hear it, and everybody who comes into the office is drenched. The rain also plays an ominous role in the big story for this evening.A little girl has crawled into an open storm drain. She is lost somewhere in the sewer tunnels below the street, and the sewers are filling rapidly with the unrelenting rain. It had been a slow news night, but nobody on staff is jumping for joy over this one. They all approach the story with knots in their stomachs, but with a steely resolve to be emotionless.
In a sense, the same kind of “procedural” style Jack Webb used in his Dragnet series is employed here, as the movie shows us the nuts and bolts of what it takes to put out a newspaper edition, and here and there reminds us that there are people involved. Their stories are subordinate to the Big Story, and this is the deal they entered into when they signed on to this kind of work. So subordinate to the news are their personal lives that often when they engage in serious personal conversations with each other, their backs are to us, as if they cannot admit to us they have feelings.But we do get a peek at a few of their personal stories.
Jack Webb, especially torn by the Big Story, ponders, “What those parents must be going through. At least with me, it was all over before they told me.” Here is his past tragedy. His wife and son were killed some years previously, and he is not through grieving. This night will bring his single greatest challenge. His new wife of three years, played by Whitney Blake, wants to adopt a little boy. At first Webb agreed, and the two-year process of adoption and the search for a child is over. She’s found a little boy, but now Jack has cold feet. He’s afraid to commit his heart to another child.
Despite the wisecracks and the cynicism, these are closet idealists who dream big and hurt deeply.
These were the days when the newspaper was the window to the world, something the whole family read, when people had personal loyalties to certain papers, and when a newspaper could be so much the conscience of a community that in later days when they began to close down, the community mourned. When Jack Webb tears out the planned front page and inserts a new lead story, 72-point heading, with a huge photo of the storm drain, its open jaws threatening to eat us all, he warns the children readers to stay away from this awful thing. The newspaper is for the whole family to read and discuss.
Then through the night we get reports of injured rescue workers and it does not look good for the missing little girl.
Spoilers here. Go to the water cooler for a minute if you don’t want to know.The reporter on scene calls in, and it goes to Louise Lorimer, wearing her headphones to type, hunt-and-peck style, the rewrite. (In these days, you didn’t automatically get a byline; you had to earn it. Reporters with bylines were rock stars.) She listens and types, and Jack Webb listens on the other line. The staff looks up from their work, apprehensively.
The girl is saved. The newsroom is quiet, only a sigh of relief and big smiles, and a few tears as one fellow mops his face with his handkerchief.
In a sweet finale, Jack’s emotions are, again, subjugated to the newsroom. It is his point of reference for everything. He asks the boy, “Don’t you know what that is?”The boy, a little scared, shakes his head.
“They’re printing the funny papers,” he says reassuringly.
Oh, the joy and bliss and magic of the funny papers.
We may wonder if the Big Story didn’t work out with a happy ending, would he still take this child in his arms? Or would he head for the nearest bar?As the movie ends, David Nelson passes out the copies of the newspaper they’ve been working on all night. Very few of us get to see the results of our day’s work so immediately.
“-30-” as we are told in the final title card means “the end.” It comes from the old Western Union telegraph codes established in 1859, one hundred years before this movie was made, when the news was first transmitted over long distances. The number 30 was telegraphed to mean there was no more news coming across the wire. Kind of like “over and out.” It was used by reporters and rewrite staff, and pressmen in the composing room for generations, long after the use became obsolete. I don’t know if it’s used anymore to signal the end of an article, probably not.
But, with great fondness for the history of journalism and my own very small participation in it over the last few decades, and with a nod to my high school journalism teacher, to this day when I finish a first draft of anything I write—the draft nobody else sees—I end it with…