Vice gangs rule backlot streets yet again at
Warners, blowing out same store windows and auto-piling into street lamps,
footage used/reused for decades. Crime paid better for WB than anyplace else.
No sooner would they finish two/three racket B's than launch one on larger
budget with Robinson or Cagney, all a sure thing for action money. Talent could be tried as well in the cheap ones --- how else could you
road test a Dick Purcell as next Cagney (which he decidedly was not).
Writing's fairly punk --- we don't get the sense of anyone laboringmuch over
these scripts --- but how could they when a finished feature had to roll out of
Warners each week? It was sheer nervous energy that put most cheap melodrama
across, that plus pressure to finish on Friday. Missing Witnesses got a little
lost on me as to who heavies were and what they were up to, though it's
possible I snoozed through vital exposition. There's endless talk about
"protection rackets," which must have been a bigger problem then than
now. With all the drug stores and spaghetti joints gone to nationwide chains
nowadays, how could crooks lean on but one for rake-offs?
2 Comments:
I've always thought of Dick Purcell as more of a second-string backup to Pat O'Brien at Warners.
"Powell's sidekick, formerly a racehorse, and now Joyce Holden" -- I think that's all I need to know about this movie.
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