Thursday, August 15, 2013

Crack-up - 1946

Crack-up (1946) takes us to the art world, not usually the sphere of film noir, but this brooding little mystery is unabashed in its take on salons of high culture and waterfront thugs.  Especially appealing is abating this quirkiness by casting veteran priest-coach-boring nice guy Pat O’Brien as the hero.  Pat was 47 when this picture was made, seems a bit long in the tooth for some of the stunts he (or rather his stunt double) is required to do, but his brand of sly, knowing maturity is particularly suitable for this protagonist who must solve the mystery with his brains and his expansive knowledge of art.
I also like that the plot hinges on a phone call he gets regarding his ailing mother, and how he rushes to see her in the hospital.  Real men worry about Mom.
Since this is a mystery, I’ll try to side step the spoilers, but there are some interesting scenes that push the plot along for their atmosphere.  First, we have the pulsating theme music over the opening credits and sounds like the rhythmic pounding of train wheels. A train figures prominently in the mystery.  Look at the lettering on the title.  Just that tells you we’re in for real noir.  Them’s real noir fonts.

We begin with Pat O’Brien in a crazed fit, smashing his fist through the glass doors of a New York City museum, tangling with a cop—in a hall of marble statues where a broken figure of a nude male topples to the floor and smashes—there’s a little artistic symbolism for you.  Pat passes out, psychotic or drunk, we don’t know.  Pat works at the museum.  The museum administrators, in a late meeting, are shocked and try to hush the matter up when detective Wallace Ford wants to haul him in.
Good old Wallace Ford.  He deserves a post of his own someday, for many reasons.
Ray Collins is a doctor on the board of the museum, the voice reason in this mess.
Claire Trevor is a society dame and magazine writer who appears in a different outfit and a different hairdo every time we see her.  She sparkles, but she’s a regular dame.  We gather she and Pat were an item once, and he’s still interested enough in her to be jealous and sarcastic of any man who takes her to dinner, like Herbert Marshall. 
Our old favorite Mr. Marshall is typically elegant and eloquent here as an international man of mystery.  We don’t really find out who he is or what his game is until nearly the end of the movie.  Mr. O’Brien does not disguise his distrust and disdain for him.
Pat is a docent at the museum and gives lectures on art.  (How many cool film noir guys do that?)  We are told that the museum curators regard Mr. O’Brien as revolutionary—in their eyes not a good thing—and that if it weren’t for his service record, they might have sacked him long ago.
This being film noir, nine times out of ten, the protagonist is a war vet trying to adjust to this weird new world he’s come home to but doesn’t recognize.  Especially interesting is that later we get some background on O’Brien’s war record—he worked for the Allied Reparations Committee investigating the Nazi theft of precious works of art. 
We trace Pat O’Brien’s psychotic disturbance to a train wreck he claims he was just in, though there are no reports coming to Wallace Ford that a train wreck has occurred.
Now we go to the requisite flashback as Ray Collins asks Pat to tell them what he remembers happened to him today.
We pick up from Pat’s docent job and his lecture, and the call about his mother.  When Pat rushes to the train station to start his frantic journey to see his mother in the hospital, we follow him pretty much step-by-step—the ticket line, the empty commuter car filling with nighttime stragglers getting off work late, a sarcastic butcher boy selling fruit, magazines and cigarettes.  There’s a guy half-dragging his buddy who appears to have had a little too much to drink.
The train car is already a place of tension because of Pat’s anxiety about his mother and trying to reach her as soon as possible.  He glances with impatience at the people around him, not studying them with interest, but as if they are adding to his annoyance and tension.  We hear the omnipresent sound of the train wheels, which seem to grow louder.  Pat seems to grow acutely aware of all the sounds and images around him, and so we, too, focus on these sensations.
He looks out the moisture-tinged train window, and sees in the distance, around a kind a bend in the track, a beam of light.  To his horror and ours, it appears to be another train on the same track.  Look at Pat’s frozen expression as he’s mesmerized by the sight, a sense of unavoidable doom.  Suddenly, the train whips around the bend and heads right toward us.  The flash of light splashes across his train window, and we hear screams.
Then the flashback ends and we are back in the present.  He is physically and mentally exhausted.
He is told by Wallace Ford that his mother is fine.  She was never in the hospital.  There was no train wreck.  They all think Pat is cracking up, and his clothing reeks of alcohol.
Poor Pat, baffled and shaken, and doubting his own sanity, is released by Ford for the time being, but the museum fires him.  You can’t have a loony giving lectures on Salvador Dali in the gallery.  Pat fears he really is cracking up, like other ex-GIs he’s known.  He confesses, “It’s the one fear everybody had.
Claire Trevor and her apparent new beau, Herbert Marshall, take Pat back to his apartment.  It’s all messed up, as if somebody has overturned everything looking for something.  We also see Pat is being tailed.
Pat, scared, but wanting to get to the bottom of this, even if it means he proves he’s a nut, tries to retrace his steps according to what scraps he can remember.
He goes to the train station, rides the same train, tries to track down the same butcher boy or others who might remember seeing him.  Nobody saw him, nobody remembers him.  We are filled with the same sense of tension as before, afraid another “wreck” will happen.  Just at the pivotal moment, that train that looks as if it’s on the same tracks comes barreling at us again, and Pat is panicked.  Then-whoosh!  It passes by.  It was a double track.  The conductor calls out the name of the next stop.
Aha.  Pat realizes this was the moment something must have happened to him.  He gets off at that stop, and the station master in this tiny, empty depot remembers him from the night before, as a drunk guy being dragged off the train and into a car.
Now he knows he’s not crazy, but he’s in somebody’s way.  Mr. O’Brien is mad and on the hunt.
A murder occurs meanwhile, and he’s implicated, and Wallace Ford is after him, so Pat takes it on the lam.  We are taken to a penny arcade where he meets up with Claire Trevor trying to help him hide.  It’s a neat setting, showing what typical urban penny arcades were like in the day, a place for grownups and not kids—see the “No Minors” sign—because there’s nickelodeon peep shows and stuff.
Pat slugs people.  He x-rays masterpieces.  He appeals to the mousy secretary of his museum boss to help him investigate a forgery connection to the museum.  Even Mary Ware, played by Mary Ware, is not what she seems.
We go to a cocktail party, end up at a rusty freighter at the wharf, where Pat saves a valuable canvas from a fire.  Ultimately, we have a showdown between Pat and the mastermind of the mysterious gang, and we discover the reason for his psychotic episode at the beginning of the film.  It might seem like a slightly goofball ending after all that noir atmosphere, but it’s a fun movie, especially for being offbeat.  Keep an eye out for Ellen Corby as a maid.
But, especially keep your eye on the graying middle-aged action hero with the knowledge of art history, a devotion to his mom, and a growing paunch at his belly.  Pat O’Brien was lucky to get the part with so many younger pretty boys in Hollywood, but none of them would probably be as interesting.  He earned it, because he gives it not so much an “edge” as a burnished shine. 
Besides, film noir protagonists are supposed to be world-weary and haunted—and who is more tired and cynical, and has as deep a back story as a middle-aged man?
As we discussed in last week’s Adventure in Manhattan, also about art theft, the surprise mystery or what we do not expect from a film doesn’t have to be a shocking plot device.  It can just be a little quirk that sticks out and fools us—and intrigues us.
Here's a preview of the cover of Dismount and Murder - number three in my cozy mystery series.  The book will likely come out in November, and I'll post more about that in weeks to come.  The artwork here is by the amazing Casey Koester, the Noir Girl.


Caftan Woman said...

The train crash sequence is harrowing. Pat O'Brien is a favourite around these parts and "Crack-Up" an old homemade VHS standard. Your take on O'Brien's age and suitability in this rare bit of casting is the main reason for the movie being one of those that always gets my attention. I have vague memories of reading the story it is based on, but found the movie more engaging.

"Dismount and Murder"? I can't go riding now. I'm still exhausted after New Year's Eve! Can't wait.

Jacqueline T. Lynch said...

CW, I've never read the story on which it's based, but I'd love to sometime. So glad you're an old "Crack-up" fan.

I should have added that middle-aged men are not only cynical and world-weary, they're also more sexy.

And thanks so much for your review of "Speak Out Before You Die". I really appreciate it. I had hoped to get "Dismount and Murder" out in the spring, but one thing and another.

grandoldmovies said...

I haven't seen Crack-Up but you give a fantastic description of it and it's definitely on my must-see list. The late 40s produced some very interesting, quirky, and off-beat noirs (another noir I'm on the look-out for is Suspense, which combines noir with ice-skating!). I appreciate the appreciation of Pat O'Brien here - I'll come right out and say that once upon a time Pat O'Brien was really sexy. Most people know him only in his pious-priest phase, but see him in the early 1930s, when he's in movies like The Front Page and Hell's House and American Madness. He had fast-talking charm combined with a sweet vulnerability that you often see, surprisingly, in tall, big men (Victor McLaglen had it also). It's what made him interesting and multi-faceted.

Jacqueline T. Lynch said...

I'm with you on Victor McLaglen and Pat O'Brien, GOM. Also let's not forget O'Brien's pretty eyes. Really pretty eyes.

I've got to catch up with "Suspense" one of these days. Ice skating? Neato.

DorianTB said...

Jacqueline, it's been a while since I watched CRACK-UP, so I can't thank you enough for showcasing it among your recent art-centric movies, so I could enjoy it all over again! I love it for the clever plot, the art milieu, and having actual middle-aged grown-ups as the protagonists! Nice to see Claire Trevor playing more than a femme fatale (not that there's anything wrong with that :-))!

Besides, as you put it so well," noir protagonists are supposed to be world-weary and haunted—and who is more tired and cynical, and has as deep a back story, as a middle-aged man?" (You might want to get ahold of COSIMO'S RAVEN, a wonderfully witty, offbeat novel about an middle-aged romance. It's available on But I digress....)

Jacqueline, I'm also glad to see you're a fan of Wallace Ford, too, having enjoyed his performances in FREAKS, SPELLBOUND, ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT, and my own favorite of his, DEAD RECKONING, with Ford stealing the show and adding a touch of comedy relief as a retired safecracker who gives Humphrey Bogart some helpful hints. BRAVA to you on a terrific post, my friend!

DorianTB said...

Jacqueline, I had written a glowing review of your CRACK-UP blog post, but somehow it disappeared. Whoever was after poor Pat O'Brien must be after me! :-) I'd seen it before and loved it, and your post made me love it all the more! It's tricky while still playing fair, and it's refreshing to have an everyman hero like O'Brien. And of course, I'm a sucker for movies set in my home town, NYC!

Hot young stars are nice, but I like adult characters, too; they're more interesting, if you ask me, especially since I'm more or less the age O'Brien and Claire Trevor would have been -- we've lived, goshdarnit! :-) I'm also pleased that you too are a Wallace Ford fan; I've enjoyed him in so many character roles, including ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT, SPELLBOUND, and one of my favorites, DEAD RECKONING, where he steals the show as a former safecracker who help Humphrey Bogart and Lizabeth Scott.

By the way, since we've been discussing relatively older characters, I highly recommend Michael Wolff's loopy romantic comedy novel COSIMO'S RAVEN, as it has quite a few of those elements. Check it out at!

I always enjoy your posts, Jacqueline, but I think CRACK-UP may be my favorite post yet. Great job!

Jacqueline T. Lynch said...

Thanks so much, Dorian. I found your original comment. Must have been lurking in the shadows. It's funny you should mention "Dead Reckoning." I wanted to post on in a while back, but I couldn't find my copy. Think I might have recorded over it. There's always a next time.

DorianTB said...

Jacqueline, I'm glad to hear I wasn't hallucinating about my original CRACK-UP comments! I know DEAD RECKONING is available on DVD, and it turns up on TCM occasionally. If it would be any help to you, here's my review from 2011; I know you'd do a swell job doing your own spin on this wild and crazy noir! :-) (I say that with affection; the wilder a noir is, the more I like it!).

Page said...

Hi, Jacqueline!
Loving your new blog design.

I confess that I knew very little about this film although I enjoy the genre and of course, Trevor and O'Brien.

I'm glad to get your honest take on it since I've been trying to find the time to watch more Trevor and O'Brien films before diving into bios on them.

You mention Pat being long in the tooth for the role so I was wondering. Who would you have wanted to see in the lead instead? Always interested in your opinions, how you think a film could improve.

See ya later! : )

Jacqueline T. Lynch said...

Hi, Page. Looking forward to future bios from you on Trevor and O'Brien.

I've read somewhere--probably on the IMDb site--where several contributors made suggestions on who they thought should play this role, and Van Heflin was one of the names. I think he'd be good. He's got a lot of depth. But I really like O'Brien in the role, and I don't think I'd cast anybody else. I like the fact that he's a middle-aged guy showing he still has the chops.

I think the only weakness in the film is what seems like a kind of 1930s mad scientist ending, and less punch than it should have. Other than that, it's a good film and a lot of fun to watch.

FlickChick said...

This is a great post because I have not heard of this movie and now I MUST see it!

Classic Film and TV Cafe said...

The premise--the protagonist beginning to doubt his sanity--reminds me of a John Mills film called THE OCTOBER MAN, which was made a few years later. CRACK-UP is an interesting little noir and you did justice to it with your review. The late 1940s were a peak period for lesser-known, but highly regarded, noirs like this and DETOUR.

Jacqueline T. Lynch said...

Thanks FickChick and Classic Film & TV for dropping by. These quiet, small-budget noirs seem to accomplish so much. Modern "blockbusters" could take a lesson from them.

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