Big Fella

Paul Robeson was an amazing man. During an age when black men were, at best, second-rate, he managed to excel in so many ways--graduating from a top college at the top of his class, a four-letter man, aster of 20 languages, professional athlete, a lawyer and one of the greatest singers of his age. Considering how much he accomplished in the repressive early to mid-20th century, you wonder just how far he might have gone had he been born a half century later.

While Robeson only made a few films, most of them are wonderful...though sadly "Big Fella" is not wonderful in any way except for the singing. Even the nice and seemingly effortless performance by Robeson and his amazing singing isn't enough to support this film--mostly because the plot sucks. It's obvious that the plot was secondary and was just an excuse to have him sing-often at the most bizarre times. But, considering how dumb the whole kidnapping plot was and how obnoxious the little jerk was, it was hard to care one bit about the film. On top of that, it was obvious that British Lion Films simply didn't care much about the production, as it was supposed to take place in Marseilles but practically everyone either has a strong American accent or British one. Aside from a few stock pieces of footage, it's pretty obvious this was made in a UK studio. A dumb plot, annoying and one-dimensional characters and low production values really sink this film. It's a shame and a film clearly beneath Robeson's immense talents.

This easy-going musical has two main things going for it. First and foremost, there's Paul Robeson singing five of the movie's songs with his rich baritone voice, always a great pleasure even when the songs aren't too memorable. And second is watching Paul Robeson act in his natural personable style. The plot, with the police asking him to help find a missing boy, was just an excuse to fill in time between songs. But I also enjoyed Elisabeth Welch singing two nice torch songs, and the comedy provided by some of the rest of the cast. A big surprise was seeing the great Margaret Rutherford in a small unbilled role, right at the start of her movie career.

Except for Robeson hanging on the Marseille docks and singing about the joys of...hanging on the Marseille docks, or Eliz. Welch's crooning an ode to Harlem in a Gallic nightclub, this sure is one dead film. C minus. PS...Good to see Robeson at a nightclub, sitting between two Caucasians and being served a drink by a white waiter 'stead of doing the serving or clearing the dishes, huh?

Dock worker Paul Robeson and sloon singer Elisabeth Welch shelter runaway Eldon Gorst, whose rich parents want him back.

It's a very slight story with the point being to show Robeson's easy-going charm with children, and to listen to him and Miss Welch sing. This they do several times over the course of 73 minutes, and it's a pleasure to listen to Miss Welch's bel canto, and Robeson's deep bass, but it's another case of a show where they should have thrown away the script and given the audience a straight revue.

What I thought was so remarkable about this film was that the characters were racially diverse and getting along just fine. It was like, no question, your here and I am here and working together and all getting along without noticing differences in our skin color or ethnicity. Unless I totally missed something it seems to be way ahead of itself in that regard.