After Tonight

"After Tonight" was gorgeous Constance Bennett's last film under her RKO contract. She didn't exactly leave on a high note; the film lost money. But the film has its compensations.

It's the old spy falling in love with the enemy story. This one has Karen Schontag (translation: Pretty Day) (Bennett) at the railroad trying to get to Vienna from Paris during World War I. It's there she meets Captain Rudolph Ritter, the new Captain of Austrian Intelligence. No surprise that each finds the other mighty attractive, and, since the train is overbooked, he helps Karen get to Vienna. And who is she really? A Russian, Carla Vanirska, and she's a spy.

Once in Vienna, we see Karen singing in a club and then working as a nurse. Rudolph and his associates are trying to find a dangerous enemy spy, R-14, who is delivering coded messages to the Russians as they try to overthrow the government in Austria.

Well, we all know who R-14 is, with her coded messages in invisible ink that she carries in her books and leaves in a staircase panel. The question is, will Rudolph find out? And if he does, will he have her shot? I love the atmosphere of the European sets and whether or not we think we know what will happen, the film is still suspenseful. Bennett and Roland, who married some years later, are a beautiful couple. So he's an Austrian with a Mexican accent. You can't have everything. What a career - 60 years that began in the silents.

A definite must-see for fans of the lovely Bennett.

I would rate this film as a competent time killer, something that Depression audiences went to see to forget about their troubles for an hour or so and which we small screen home viewers can watch to slip out of contemporary reality and give our brains a break. Constance Bennett occupies space attractively and goes through the motions of "acting" in her role as a coolheaded (and well dressed) spy operating behind Austro-Hungarian lines for the Russians in World War I. It's fun and intriguing to watch her collect and pass on her secret messages, all the while growing ever closer romantically to a spy-hunting Austrian military official (Gilbert Roland). An extremely contrived ending perfectly suits this confection.

Like Dietrich (Dishonored) and Garbo (Mata Hari) before her, Constance Bennett finally got a chance to play a fascinating spy in "After Tonight". This was Constance's last picture under her RKO contract. At the time of it's release the film was a failure and RKO laid the blame at the feet of Constance Bennett. Isn't it always better to lay the blame at the feet of the departing star? However, looking at it now, Miss Bennett is one of the saving graces of the picture. Her performance is actually quite good and the production is well put together. The direction is a little sluggish at times and Gilbert Roland (who would marry Constance in 1940) is a little wooden. The ending comes as no surprise, but it was exactly what female audiences of the time expected from "women's pictures". They would attend a matinée, watch the heroine suffer through six or seven reels and then be presented with a happy ending. (How things have changed.) While not great, this movie is not that bad. The movie belongs to Constance Bennett and anyone who is a fan of hers should add this to their watch list if they have not already done so.

This is not a great film by any means, but is certainly worth seeing for the fine performance by Constance Bennett. The camera loves her and all the romance scenes play very well. Most viewers will find the ending kind of phoney but one has to assume that so much war time sex, romance and spying was more than the Code would allow, so a "wonderful coincidence" of an ending was almost a given!

This is a fairly gripping spy thriller. Believably plotted and well acted.

Constance Bennett is new to me but I can see why she was a star in the 30s. She strikes no false notes throughout this movie. And as a character, her WWI Russian spy is surprisingly strong. Most of the dames in the 30s were such pushovers.

Gilbert Roland was just so dashing it's really unfair to the rest of the world's men. He successfully puts across how torn he is, having to choose love or country.

Had they ended the movie with the second-last scene, this probably would be regarded as a close-to-classic of the genre. Unfortunately - and I'm gonna blame studio meddling here - they tack on one final scene, whereupon the air really comes out of the balloon.

Nevertheless, I'll watch it again when TCM programs it.