The Hoodlum Saint

Terry O'Neill (William Powell) returns home from WWI to find he can't get his old job as writer on a newspaper back because of cut backs. He uses the last of his money to bail out three minor pick pockets out of jail, and so he decides to crash a society wedding so that he can meet a wealthy industrialist. Instead he ends up meeting the owner of a different newspaper than the one he was on and gets a job there. After a successful newspaper campaign against the industrialist he originally wanted to work for, he switches sides and goes to work for the industrialist. Complications and the stock market crash of 1929 ensue, but none of those complications are particularly interesting, and almost all of them are ponderous.

The failure here is not only in the story, that has, at the end, a bunch of con-artists unbelievably being convinced to turn over a new leaf and give back all of the money that they stole from a charity by having to face a bunch of kids who would have been the beneficiary of said charity, but also in the direction. For example, early in the film, Powell's character gets grabby with Esther Williams' character at the wedding he crashed, she gets understandably angry, and then oddly just begins smiling at him. She spends the rest of the film smiling oddly at him while the pair have zero chemistry. Powell, rather than being his normal effervescent self in these kinds of films, at least in the romantic comedy parts, seems completely detached from what is going on. Even so, this film wouldn't even get a 5/10 if not for his talent, along with the always great James Gleason.

It is said that this film was an attempt by MGM to appeal to post WWII audiences by putting Powell in a darker role than normal, but in the end I am not convinced that he is either a hoodlum or a saint. I'd avoid it unless you are extremely curious.

When The Thin Man series was in high gear one of the endearing parts of those films is how Nick Charles would constantly be running into various criminals he'd had dealings with in the past. Usually he'd run into them while out with Nora and it was always fun to see how Nora took to these characters, people she wouldn't in a million years be associated with herself.

I think that MGM thought it was funny too so William Powell was cast as a returning veteran from World War I who as a newspaper reporter before the war apparently had a similar rogue's gallery of friends. It didn't really work here though, Powell is cast in a part that probably would have fit James Cagney or even Spencer Tracy better.

Plus the fact that in 1946 William Powell was 54 years old. Esther Williams in her memoirs thought it was ludicrous to be working with a man twice her age as a romantic couple. She describes in her memoirs the elaborate makeup preparation Powell went through and in fact he had to wear a girdle to keep his middle age spread from showing too much. According to her, Powell thought it just as ludicrous and in fact would be doing the lead in Life With Father the next year, a role far better suited to his age and talent.

Of course any film that utilizes the combined talents of James Gleason, Slim Summerville, Frank McHugh, and Rags Ragland as the four Damon Runyonesque characters in Powell's life can't be all bad.

Powell is a returning veteran from World War I who can't get his old job back as a reporter in Baltimore. So by hook or crook he makes a great deal of money, some of it by tactics this side of a con game. He meets two women in his life, socialite Esther Williams minus pool and nightclub singer Angela Lansbury dubbed in this film.

He's got these characters though who he likes but are becoming quite a burden around his neck. When Gleason gets pinched for bookmaking he makes up a religious yarn about a mysterious St. Dismas, the good thief crucified with Jesus as the one who gets the Deity to move in mysterious ways. Gleason gets sprung and it works too well as he becomes a fanatic on the subject. Powell, caught up in his own chicanery, becomes a big mover and shaker in a St. Dismas foundation.

It's not a bad story, nostalgic for its times as the action starts at the end of the previous World War. It also could have used someone like Frank Borzage, or Henry Koster, or even Frank Capra who dealt better with this kind of material.

Everything is odd about "The Hoodlum Saint," a 1946 film starring William Powell, Esther Williams, Angela Lansbury, Frank McHugh, and James Gleason.

It's a film about a returning World War I veteran when people were returning from World War II; it has the look and feel of a '30s film about it. At 54, the wonderful Powell is a little old for the role of an ex-soldier, and his love interest is 24-year-old Esther Williams.

Apparently Williams wrote in her autobiography that she thought it was ridiculous to be cast opposite someone so much older, and states that Powell had to have elaborate makeup and wear a girdle. My question is, did she have anything nice to say about anybody in her book?

The last oddity, which couldn't have been predicted back then, is that now Angela Lansbury's dubbing sounds very strange indeed as audiences have become more familiar with her singing voice.

All that being said, the story concerns a returning vet, a newspaper journalist, who has difficulty finding work. He crashes a wedding that has a lot of influential people attending. There he meets Williams and gets a job on another paper, only leaving it to join the very stockbroker he's been writing exposes about, deciding to go after the almighty dollar. This is all leading up to the stock market crash of 1929.

The acting is uniformly excellent. Williams is absolutely stunning in her role, and Powell is his usual charming, fast-talking self, delivering his lines with a good deal of irony and a light touch.

Lansbury plays a club singer/love interest for Powell who becomes more sophisticated as the story evolves. Her acting is wonderful and she looks better and more glamorous in each scene. James Gleason, Frank McHugh, and Rags Ragland play Powell's somewhat crooked buddies, and they're delightful.

Powell is always worth watching, though this isn't his best.

This is an old-time enjoyable movie, the plot keeps moving, with new and interesting events around each turn. The movie is lot like real life, which has setbacks, but eventually things like character and work ethics are what win out in the end. The protagonist, a war veteran, becomes very wealthy by bravado, good fortune, creative thinking, and hard work, only to lose it in the great crash of 1929. And I suppose that the way one's character weathers misfortune is equally important to the one's character in earning it.

This is not the shallow stuff you see in the movie houses of today. Ester Williams and Angela Landsbury are not only great actors, but are also beautiful and great to watch.

Peculiar little movie that seems like it would have been a better fit for a pre-WWII Warner Bros. gangster picture. The story's about a WWI soldier (William Powell) coming home to find he's out of work. He and other returning vets have no choice but to rely on charity to get by. Embittered, he decides to get rich no matter what it takes. But the love of a good woman (Esther Williams) will undoubtedly set him back on the path of the straight and narrow. It's a strange one, to be sure. The aging Powell is miscast, the movie is mistimed, and Angela Lansbury's singing is dubbed despite her having a fine singing voice. The supporting cast is good, including Lansbury, Frank McHugh, Rags Ragland, and James Gleason. But the starchiness of the script that doesn't allow either of its charming leads to do what they do best and the lack of romantic chemistry between said leads is the film's undoing. It's watchable enough for fans of Powell and Williams but not something that will make either's career highlight reel.