Without Honor

Watch carefully. Lorraine Day has very few lines in this movie. She did most of her acting by facial expressions responding to the other actor's long monologues (Clark & Moorehead). Pichel got the best out her.

Without Honor is a 1949 film directed by Irving Pichel and starring Laraine Day as an adulterous housewife in the Los Angeles burbs who has a sort of intervention conducted by her psychotic brother-in-law (Dane Clark) because he's getting even for spurning him and marrying his brother years before.

He arranges for Day and his brother (Bruce Bennett) to be home when Day's lover (Franchot Tone) and his wife (Agnes Moorehead) drop by so he can expose her and get his revenge. Just another sunny day in the burbs.

What Clark doesn't know is that earlier that afternoon Day and Tone had a big fight and break-up and when Day tried to kill herself with a shish-kabob skewer he accidentally fell on it while wrestling it away from her and stabbed himself to death. He's in the laundry room on the floor.

When Clark arrives, he taunts Day, who is about to skip out in a taxi. He goes on and on about how she got him drunk on beers when he was 18 and he made a fool of himself and he's never gotten over it. Day has other things on her mind. Moorehead shows up with no idea why she's there. Bennett comes home from work. Tone is a no-show.

Moorehead has a chat with Day and tells her she knows all about it ... and all his previous dalliances. Bennett pitches a fit, so Day runs into the bathroom and tries to slice her wrists with a razor blade. They call an ambulance but by then they discover that Tone isn't in the laundry room. Keep that ambulance a-comin'.

Everyone in the cast is quite good even if the film is a tad over-the-top. Certainly an interesting post-war take on placid suburbia. Gorgeous cars! Tone drives a 1948 Studebaker convertible and Moorehead drives a 1948 Packard sedan.

Wild film.

Laraine Day as Jane is cheating on her husband (Bruce Bennett) with Franchot Tone. However, he breaks up with her, and during a struggle, she kills him.

While he is dead in another room, her brother-in-law (Dane Clark) shows up. He wanted her at one point, but she rejected him.

So he has called a revenge meeting, inviting the dead man's wife and the dead man himself, not realizing it a bit late for that, planning to surprise his brother with the news that his wife is a cheat.

Given that the man is dead, there are other surprises in store.

Laraine Day, understandably, plays a totally wired and half-hysterical woman. She does a good job, but the film feels off balance and frantic. Dane Clark's character clearly has a screw loose.

I would call this an odd film. And how much did they pay Franchot Tone to spend all that time on the floor?

I usually refrain from commenting on films because there are so many other reviewers out there...but seeing how this just has one review and a very negative, I felt I should offer my opinion.

I'll admit the first 20 or 30 minutes felt like a typical Hollywood pot-boiler. Cheating wife accidentally kills lover; will she get away with it; etc. After this set-up, the film becomes an onion - revealing new layers of characters' motivations and back-story.

Laraine Day stands out superbly as the cheating wife...whole scenes develop around her without her speaking, yet we know what's going on in her mind.

I have to agree with the other reviewer that I loved Steiner's score...but did feel it inappropriate at times. The performances on screen are very subtle and the music is anything but subtle.

I particularly enjoyed the second half of the film as characters acted against stereotypes.

The DVD I watched was from Geneon and featured an adequate transfer; not stellar, but much above average from the usual run-of-the-mill public domain stuff.

What an odd picture. An Overwrought Melodrama with a capital O and a capital M this breaks out of the starting gate hitting high C and continues at a fevered pitch right up to its conclusion.

Unhappy Laraine stabs caddish Franchot by accident then rambles hysterically while the callously odious Dane Clark circles around making her life hell. The one beacon of restraint in the entire enterprise is Agnes Moorehead who shows up none too soon and steals the picture with a controlled and dignified performance while all around her her cast-mates are swallowing scenery whole.