I went and saw this at least four times in
1975. It was like they'd gone out and made a brand new old movie. The thing was
retro to a fault. You could almost forget in hindsight that it was done in
color. Robert Mitchum would finally play Philip Marlowe ... in fact, it may
have been a first time he'd been adetective ... but wait, there was Out Of The
Past, nearly thirty years before. Mitch had stiff competition through the 60's
from younger blood like Steve McQueen and Paul Newman, who scarved up parts he
might have done, and better. They were just younger enough to knock Bob out of
games, which was perhaps why he spoke dismissively of McQueen in at least one
interview. Well, Mitchum had thirteen years on Steve, and all of them showed.
And he'd done a lot of bad pictures. Mister Moses and Anzioweren't going to unseat The Cincinnati
Kid and Bullitt. Mitchum was being embraced by hipsters during the
70's. They knew he smoked weed and had once been convicted for it, so he was
one old man that was OK. Some of his relic movies held up fine too.
Mitchum had an attitude that wore well, and he still looked presentable, as in
rugged and up to romantic parts if offered. Farewell, My Lovely had some of
both. He'd smack guys around and bed Charlotte Rampling, who was of our
generation. She was a ringer in some ways to Lauren Bacall, maybe or maybe not
a good thing. To me, her cat eyes were a little scary. But she melted into arms
of this elder man, 58 at the time, which was seriously old to mine eyes in 1975.
Now, of course, I'm much reassured by Bob's prowess at such venerable age.
Partial reward to Mitch was invite to host
Saturday Night Live, but they didn't know what to do with him beyond weirdly
satirizing Out Of The Past.I think RM did more private-eyeing in the 70/80's
than he had in accumulation of work up to then. These would eventually peter to
TV "movies" and dreadful cheapies gone direct to video, but if you
watched HBO or Showtime closely, you could catch Mitch in all sorts of degraded
circumstance. The nadir came with an NBC sitcom opposite bratty kids. Surely
this wasn't for anything other than money. Features seemed done with Bob, other
than supporting eccentrics like Bill Murray or Johnny Depp. Farewell, My Lovely
may have been his last real roar, and I'm not forgetting a second Marlowe go,
which was The Big Sleep remade in modern dress, and in England, but those were
two strikes that put Mitch largely out. Who wanted to see him in ugly wide ties
like men wore in the 70's? TV did confer a biggest latter comeback with
Winds Of War and Remembrance or whatever, and those were like trips back too,
only long and sorta dull as doled over sweeps weeks. By this time (early 80's),
Mitchum was about the only guy left who looked like hecould actually win a
war, with or without help from puny players in support.
Farewell, My Lovely could make you forget all
those years since they'd made good movies. At least that's how I felt at age
21, but then I had considerable growing up to do. 1974 found me buying a corduroy
trench coat that was a ringer for something Mitch or Bogart would wear. Chances
are I was clad in it to one/more of the Farewell screenings. A couple of sizes too big at
the time, I was ten more years growing into it. Fits fine now. Thank heaven old
stars didn't start me smoking cigarettes. I had tried it after screen examples,
but one inhale settled hash. These really were tough guys for being able to draw
smoke clear down to lungs. Well, they ruined theirs and I've still got mine, so
there was at least that advantage to lacking man-up for cigs. Farewell, MyLovely cast other vets besides Mitchum. There was John Ireland as a police
detective, always talking about "heat from upstairs." Here was a show
determined to be old-fashioned, which was exactly what I wanted then and still
enjoy now. David Shire did a score keyed to jazzy and mournful, saluting a past
we'd not get back in spite of game tries like Farewell, My Lovely. There was a
CD that's now out of print, much like the movie on DVD, which I now note sells
for $75 and upward on Amazon. FML does stream in HD at Apple-I Tunes.
I remember clearly the moment I first saw this film. Like yourself I was high from the sheer rightness of every frame. They just do not get better than this.
This is a very special movie, better even, than many of the noirs it is modeled after. I sometimes wonder if many of the private-eye clichés we associate with the genre, like the jazz score, the neon, dangerous females and crooked cops, and even the voiceover narration didn't actually originate here. If the older movies contained these elements, they weren't as prevalent as here, and not a one of them, as far as I know, hosted all of them, like this film does.
Too bad indeed that Mitchum didn't get that Oscar nomination. Maybe that would have given him the clout with the front office to refuse those wide ties and demand his trenchcoat back when was time to remake "Big Sleep"
Aside from the pleasure of watching Mitchum (even an older version such as this) in a role he was born to play, Farewell My Lovely has that wonderfully lyrical musical score by David Shire.
It seems to speak to the soul of a man like Marlowe walking alone at the night on LA streets. There's a beauty, as well as a hint of sadness, to its medley.
Shire's score is not as dramatic as many of those '40s film noir scores by Rosza. It seems more in keeping with the leisurely walk of someone like Mitchum's Marlowe, a man who's seen it all, expects little in life but is ready to right a wrong if given the opportunity.
Craig Reardon has some thoughts on Robert Mitchum and "Farewell, My Lovely":
As for the Mitchum "Farewell, My Lovely", I have to see that some time. I missed it, and have never seen it. It is sad that Mitchum was just old enough...or, young enough is the real point, when he started...that he was sort of forced to lend his presence and talents to some piss-poor movies and TV shows at the dwindling end of his career. Whether his life style dictated this need to work, or whether it was a desire to work that he ALWAYS ridiculed and denied in his public appearances, I for one do not know. I do know that I saw a jaw-droopingly horrible 'biographical' TV movie done on the cheap starring Casper Van Diem (I think is his name?) as...ready?...James Dean (oh, yes.) And, in the course of this thing, something that could only be rivaled by Keefe Brasselle as Eddie Cantor, "George Stevens" eventually appears, incarnated most inappropriately (as possible, I'd say) by a real end-of-the-line Bob Mitchum. By this point his great face is emaciated and caved-in, the false teeth or whatever they were he was eating his chow with by now appearing to have been borrowed from a horse. Yet, I'll tell you...he does his scenes with complete professionalism and as if this is as good a film as he's ever been in. And, in Mitch's opinion, that was probably true! Ha! Sadly, in some ways, Mitchum as in the alcoholic's club, but I am not aware of this ever fouling up any production he appeared in, certainly not to the extent of say Errol Flynn, who we also love, but...y'know...caused producers a lot of problems.
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I remember clearly the moment I first saw this film. Like yourself I was high from the sheer rightness of every frame. They just do not get better than this.
This is a very special movie, better even, than many of the noirs it is modeled after. I sometimes wonder if many of the private-eye clichés we associate with the genre, like the jazz score, the neon, dangerous females and crooked cops, and even the voiceover narration didn't actually originate here. If the older movies contained these elements, they weren't as prevalent as here, and not a one of them, as far as I know, hosted all of them, like this film does.
Too bad indeed that Mitchum didn't get that Oscar nomination. Maybe that would have given him the clout with the front office to refuse those wide ties and demand his trenchcoat back when was time to remake "Big Sleep"
Aside from the pleasure of watching Mitchum (even an older version such as this) in a role he was born to play, Farewell My Lovely has that wonderfully lyrical musical score by David Shire.
It seems to speak to the soul of a man like Marlowe walking alone at the night on LA streets. There's a beauty, as well as a hint of sadness, to its medley.
Shire's score is not as dramatic as many of those '40s film noir scores by Rosza. It seems more in keeping with the leisurely walk of someone like Mitchum's Marlowe, a man who's seen it all, expects little in life but is ready to right a wrong if given the opportunity.
Craig Reardon has some thoughts on Robert Mitchum and "Farewell, My Lovely":
As for the Mitchum "Farewell, My Lovely", I have to see that some time. I missed it, and have never seen it. It is sad that Mitchum was just old enough...or, young enough is the real point, when he started...that he was sort of forced to lend his presence and talents to some piss-poor movies and TV shows at the dwindling end of his career. Whether his life style dictated this need to work, or whether it was a desire to work that he ALWAYS ridiculed and denied in his public appearances, I for one do not know. I do know that I saw a jaw-droopingly horrible 'biographical' TV movie done on the cheap starring Casper Van Diem (I think is his name?) as...ready?...James Dean (oh, yes.) And, in the course of this thing, something that could only be rivaled by Keefe Brasselle as Eddie Cantor, "George Stevens" eventually appears, incarnated most inappropriately (as possible, I'd say) by a real end-of-the-line Bob Mitchum. By this point his great face is emaciated and caved-in, the false teeth or whatever they were he was eating his chow with by now appearing to have been borrowed from a horse. Yet, I'll tell you...he does his scenes with complete professionalism and as if this is as good a film as he's ever been in. And, in Mitch's opinion, that was probably true! Ha! Sadly, in some ways, Mitchum as in the alcoholic's club, but I am not aware of this ever fouling up any production he appeared in, certainly not to the extent of say Errol Flynn, who we also love, but...y'know...caused producers a lot of problems.
Craig
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