Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Nightfall (1957), Jacques Tourneur.

Insurance adjuster James Gregory is keeping the wife up.

Hot damn!  He's got thugs and insurance fraud investigators on his tail.  Aldo Ray is keeping the lowest profile possible, making a few bucks sketching ad concepts in a crummy walk up.  Why's he laying so low - did he just pull off a bank job?  Stiff his crook buddies?  Maybe it's the ripple effect of Double Indemnity, but whisper "insurance fraud" and I'm there; it's one of those premises used to press down hard on a character, revealing his moral code and whether his hide is tough.  Nightfall --who pulled this title randomly out of their arse, by the way?-- takes off running and doesn't stop 'til the last frame.  Loved it.  A bit talky, yeah, but grown up talk and succinct overall, taking us from neon-lit LA to snow-capped peaks in "Moose, Wyoming" all beautifully photographed precisely as I'd expect from Jacques Tourneur. Tiny cast is perfect with hulking Aldo Ray linking up with little cropped-hair beauty Anne Bancroft, and James Gregory using his everyday looks to blend in with the wallpaper and take notes. 

The Coen brothers must have seen this one-- there were shades of Fargo throughout Nightfall -- stumbling through snow, the cozy ordinariness of our pseudo public servant Gregory, the wildcard psychopath that casually flicks chaos all over the place.  Gosh, I had no idea that the dad from The Parent Trap (Brian Keith, who's just about ubiquitous in these Columbia noirs) was such a freaky deak in the 50s.

The olden days: let me help you choose from this mind-boggling number of newspaper titles, sir.

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