Click on the headline to link to a Wikipedia entry for the film noir Road House.
DVD Review
Road House, starring Ida
Lupino, Cornel Wilde, Richard Widmark, 20th Century Fox, 1948
It’s always about a dame, a noir dame, in the end. Or dough. But
here it is strictly about the dame. A dame who has the boys running their laps
even though she plays it straight, well, as straight as a noir woman can, and as far as a noir
guy will let her, okay. Really though it is about three being a crowd if you
want to know. The dame in this case being a very versatile, saucy and salty
Lily (played by Ida Lupino, last seen here as hard-bitten serving them off the
sleeve Marie making tough old gangster old Roy Earle rest easy in High Sierra) .That’s one. The two and
three being two bosom buddies, well almost, Jefty (played by Richard Widmark)
the owner of the road house of the title and Pete (played by Cornel Wilde) who
manages the place while rich boy (daddy left him the place) Jefty plays the
girl field. This pair get twisted up by number one, that nifty dame, whom Jefty
found playing for quarters at the piano in some dump, some Chicago dump, and
convinced her to go west for real dough and some fresh air. And that little
financial decision, wink, wink, love affair proposal is what crowds up the
field.
See, Chicago-home grown Lily
has all the answers, or is close, so when Jefty offers her dough and a contract
she is westward bound. Under her own terms though. Or so she thinks. There at
the old road house she tangles first to keep Jefty out of her bed and then to
get Pete in there. So the pitter-patter between Lily and Pete before they catch
the downy billows is pure film noir
and pretty snappy. Along the way Lily displays talent for singing like a
purebred (if low-key) torch singer bringing in the customers, as a swimmer,
and, ah, as one who can bowl a string or two if she is pressed (a little quirky
aside to the road house is the bowling alley but it figures out in Podunk if
not in the big city).
Oh, I forgot to tell you. Jefty
has a little problem too. As a spoiled
rich boy he doesn’t know how to take no for an answer, especially when he finds
out the girl he intends to marry, Lily, is, well, smitten, smitten bad, by Pete
and they are going to be married. Jefty thereafter turns into just another
garden variety American Psycho (and Widmark’s patented facial contours shot
up-close add to the effect of his rage as they did in his Oscar-winning
performance as gunsel Tommy Udo in Kiss
Of Death) as he plots to frame his old buddy Pete. Frame him big time, and
hang him high as they say. But in the
end no way can things go Jefty’s way, not when love is a-blooming and so he has to take the big fall leaving
just two, and no crowd, to walk away from the carnage to a new life in that little
white picket fence, white house included, the pair yearns for to consummate
their love. Sorry Jefty.
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