Mary Field was a very good actress, with the ability to command a scene and entirely lose herself in a character, yet most of the roles she played were brief, uncredited, and leaves one wondering what her career might have been like had the Hollywood caste system not been so rigid.
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Mary Field appeared in over 100 films, along with several television appearances in a career spanning 46 years before her retirement in 1963 at 54. Many of her roles were spinster types: maids, shop clerks, librarians; many were comic, some were poignant, but all were unique individuals.
The comic man-chasing spinster in The Great Gildersleeve (1942) who made Gildy’s life a wreck is unrecognizable from the quiet, concerned adoptive mother who brings her little Dutch-speaking orphan to see Santa Claus in a moving scene in Miracle on 34th Street (1947). You would not know they were the same actress. Unlike many character actors, I think she is less recognizable because of her ability to play nuanced roles.
She is one of the boarders in Shadows on the Stairs (1941), a larger-than-life personality who steals scenes. She is perhaps barely noticed in many other films, but she appeared in greats such as Ball of Fire (1941), Now, Voyager (1942), and Mrs. Miniver (1942).
Mary Field was what was called a day worker, someone reliable to plug into a small role at short notice, but seemingly stuck in that particular orbit of studio system hirelings. Many struggling actors would be, and were, grateful for a toehold in the industry, but most would find that it also meant a dead end of not reaching supporting player status on a studio’s roster, let alone stardom.
Yet Mary Field, I think, had the ability, much like Lionel Barrymore, to be a character actor-star.
My favorite role, so far, is her turn as the shop clerk in a women’s clothing store in Mr. Peabody and the Mermaid (1948) which we covered here. I’ll quote from that essay:
The funniest scene in the movie is when Mr. Powell heads to a women’s clothing store in town to purchase some sort of top for his mermaid. His befuddled awkwardness sets the stage for a terrific scene, and he plays the straight man for Mary Field, whom you’ve probably seen uncredited in a zillion movie walk-on parts. Here she gets a good role as the primly officious clerk, who delights in her soliloquy sales pitches to the uncomfortable Mr. Powell. She sounds like a Banana Republic or J Peterman catalog description gone amuck.
She displays a sweater, “Light as a whisper, gay as a sunbeam, wearing it will be an emotional adventure spangled with the moon glow of twilight.”
Miss Field continues her merry prattle, “A gay spectrum of springtime hues—fuchsia, purple almond, banana, marshmallow, peach dream and licorice!”
Mr. Powell replies, “Would you be good enough to tell me something?”
Miss Field: “Enchanted.” (I love her over-the-top playfulness with proper speech.)
Mr. Powell: “Whatever became of blue?”
She finds he is going to be trouble, especially when he wants to know if someone can swim in her sweaters.
“May I ask is the young lady’s prejudice against swimming in a swimming suit quite deep-seated?” (One of my all-time favorite lines. I just love her. In a way, her intonation and enunciation reminds me of a reformed Eliza Doolittle when she is carefully trying to explain to Freddy Eynsford-Hill that, “Them she lived with would have killed her for a hat-pin, let alone a hat.” Her careful stroking of the difficult language as if to tame it.)
Mr. Powell just realizes he could buy his mermaid a two-piece swimsuit instead of a sweater and she could just wear the top part. But Miss Field, Saleswoman of the Year, insists they do not sell half of a bathing suit. She holds one up, “The diaper model. Provocative, n'est–ce pas?” (She’s straight-faced, slam-dunk hysterical.)
Here in Top o’ the Morning (1949), she plays a chambermaid who gets to sing a line or two with Bing Crosby. She played against the greats, and held her own.
Miss Field’s personal life was something of an enigma. Reportedly, she was a foundling left outside the doors of a church as a baby. She was adopted, and went to school in Westchester, New York. In her late 20s she went to Hollywood. Perhaps there was some stage work in the interim, but I don’t know. She married, had children, and evidently, was satisfied in middle age to leave her acting career.
Hat's off to the day workers, and to Mary Field, who deserved more screen time and a higher notch in the caste system (and the cast).
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