Pardon My Past

I can take Fred MacMurray or leave him, and I 'd usually prefer the latter, but you have to admit he is not pushy and definitely ignorable. In this amusing mistaken-identity farce, he is far less assertive than William Demarest (but, then, everybody is), and the lovely Rita Johnson and Marguerite Chapman have more warmth and sex appeal. Harry Davenport, that angel in human shape, is far more peppery than usual, but still utterly endearing as the perpetually outraged grandpa.

Another excellent performer is Akim Tamiroff, showing that he can parody silken menace as well as he can play it straight, which is very good indeed. His gangster is a bibliophile, which is an original touch--between threats of violence he caresses lovingly, not a kitten but a rare edition of Shakespeare.

With a better script than is usual for this sort of caper, it's a very pleasant little film, one's only qualm being that, these days, Fred would be the villain of the piece---his occupation? Fur farmer.

Eddie York (Fred MacMurray) and his buddy Chuck (William Demarest) fresh from the service want nothing else from life but to open a mink ranch with the dough they've saved up while doing their service. Problems pop up almost instantly when they get out, Eddie is strong armed out of his dough by a tough who says he welshed on a gambling debt that he knows nothing about.

Turns out Eddie is a dead ringer for another guy who it turns out has a lot of money, a bad reputation, a complicated home life and has apparently skipped town. So starts a merry chase for both an explanation and their money.

Charming little comedy with Fred most appealing in a dual role backed up by a dream cast of some of the best character actors working at the time. Catch this under-known gem when you get the chance, you won't be sorry.

While Fred MacMurray had always held warm feelings for the hometown where he had always been a star, regardless of his Hollywood career, he used Pardon My Past to deliver his most direct tribute to the small Wisconsin community of Beaver Dam.

During MacMurray's childhood, Beaver Dam was relatively isolated at the center point between Milwaukee, Madison, and Green Bay. Before the advent of the freeway, none of these cities were any less than a day's travel one-way. So, the budding star had to make due with his limited audience, and never disappointed his hometown.

Pardon My Past was the only movie MacMurray ever produced himself. It is the story of two GIs coming back to America after World War II, heading to Beaver Dam to start a mink farm. The city is made reference to no fewer than eight times, or once every eleven minutes, in the movie.

Fred never forgot his roots, he never grew too far away from his home. He adored the friends he made and he loved the city of Beaver Dam up until the day of his death in 1991. He was truly a rarity from any era of Hollywood, and, speaking as a fellow graduate of Beaver Dam High School, we are proud to have called him our own.

Fred MacMurray and William Demarest, just out of the army, are on their way to Wisconsin to start up a mink farm. Their plans change when Fred is waylaid on the sidewalk by some tough guys who insist he is somebody named Pemberton who owes them lots of money.

The plot starts from there and develops into a wild tale that includes an honest bookie, a crooked uncle, an estranged wife and child, and a long lost twin.

MacMurray and Demarest are both excellent. No one ever expressed sputtering bewilderment or mild-mannered outrage better than Fred MacMurray; and no one but Bill Demarest could be quite so great delivering a line like, "Oh, get back under the house, you termite!" (Barked at Douglass Dumbrille, the wicked uncle.)

The picture also includes fine performance from Harry Davenport as the patriarch ("I'm just the grandpa—the only Pemberton that ever did an honest day's work in three generations!"); Marguerite Chapman as a family secretary who tries to figure MacMurray out; and especially Akim Tamaroff as a bookie with an appreciation for old books and a keen sense of fair play.

Just delightful, especially for those who love great character actors.

This is a movie that is incredibly enjoyable but if you think too much, then your head might explode--the plot is THAT crazy! However, if you can turn off your brain and just enjoy, then you'll have a great time.

Fred MacMurray stars in dual roles--Eddie York AND Francis Pemberton. It seems that neither man knows the other exists and they are exact duplicates. The problem is that Eddie and his buddy, Chuck (William Demarest), don't realize that Pemberton's life is a mess and Pemberton had left the country owing a large gambling debt. The gambler thinks that Eddie is Francis and threatens to kill him unless he is paid $12,000 immediately! So in desperation, York locates Pemberton's mansion to try to get the money. However, as he's an exact duplicate, everyone there thinks he's Pemberton as well!

The plot, though very contrived and practically impossible, the way they explain everything is actually pretty clever. Plus the film abounds with great writing and dialog--giving the actors plenty with which to work. Particular standouts in the film were Akim Tamiroff and especially sweet old Henry Davinport--who gives one of his funniest and best supporting performances. A really cute and enjoyable film--and one that should be better known, as it's exceptionally well executed.