Reunión en Francia

Reunion in France (1942)

First important fact: this movie, about the first year of WWII when Hitler took over France, was released a month before "Casablanca." It does not compare in most ways with the drama, the humor, the writing, the music, the velocity, and the legendary actors of the more famous movie. But it is a very good movie with an interesting early pro-American, pro-French message. Joan Crawford crackles as much as she can in a topsy turvy role, going from spoiled and frivolous rich woman Michele de la Becque to (briefly) a refugee to, finally, an ordinary woman fighting with all her heart for France.

There are two male actors with important roles and they couldn't be more different. One is Michele's lover and fiancé, played with a cultured perfection by Philip Dorn, a Dutch actor who pulls off the pan-Euro, mostly French aristocrat and businessman well. Opposite him in every way is the homey, tough, humble American who shows up halfway through the film, John Wayne. I don't know if this really makes sense in the film, but I can see it on paper, since Wayne played a non-cowboy merchant seaman in the terrific John Ford film which prefigures this one in some ways, "The Long Voyage Home." He doesn't seem as wily and smart as a fugitive from the Nazis would have to be, behind the lines in occupied Paris, but he at least plays the role of an ordinary American ready to help the French, and this is the political message throughout.

In fact, the movie borders on a brilliant propaganda device, putting message ahead of plot now and then, just perceptibly. Crawford is so good even her speeches make a convincing case, and I'm assuming American audiences cheered her on by December of 1942 when it was released (on Christmas day). The scenes of the Germans taking over Paris are always horrifying, and they are again here. There is even a deliberate homage to Soviet director Eisenstein when a baby carriage runs off after the mother is killed by gunfire.

But back to "Casablanca." It's an interesting problem to solve, feeding the American audience worried about the war and about U.S. involvement. Because Hollywood was both a symptom of public opinion and a shaper of it, and these are two rather different kinds of films with very similar messages. Director Jules Dassin, who is not French but American, had just started making films in 1941, and there is a sense of expertise at the expense of intuitive magic. "Reunion in France" is strong, smart, and convincing. But it doesn't sizzle or build the aura of the time like it could. And yet, in its defense, it has no perspective at all on the events, since it was made while they were unfolding, even before they were unfolding since it has to anticipate to some extent how the film will settle six months after being written and shot. Watch it. It's really good.

With a storyline that feels like it was adapted from a sprawling novel, "Reunion in France" is a surprising film. Released during wartime, it details the hubris of the French nation, then the traitorous dealings of certain members of French society. The depressing storyline is contrasted with the unbreakable allegiance of Michele (Joan Crawford), a French socialite who never wavers in her love of France.

She meets an American (John Wayne) who is on the run from German authorities. Clearly, this is a predictable film of romantic intrigue set against the backdrop of Nazi occupation, not unlike "Casablanca".

But the impressive score by Franz Waxman, the fashions by Irene, and the script---with each line layered in double and triple meanings---imply something more. In the end, the film delivers a powerful message that audiences of 1942 would have embraced.

Strong performances abound in this film, including John Carradine, who slithers through every scene as a Gestapo officer. Watch for Howard Da Silva as Anton Stregel, Ava Gardner as a salesgirl, and Natalie Schafer (Gilligan's Mrs. Howell) as a self-absorbed opportunist.

I nearly stopped watching after the first fifteen minutes, but there is a reward for endurance.

Decked out in gowns and outfits designed by Irene, Joan Crawford plays the French version of Scarlett O'Hara with her "Oh, war, war, war" grumbling until she has to duck a bomb while on vacation. Returning to Paris, she finds her house commandeered by the Nazis. She gets only one room for herself and those gowns. In the meantime, her boyfriend, played by Philip Dorn, seems to have gone over to the dark side and is living high. Once she realizes that, she refuses to have anything to do with him. Her patriotism for her country comes to the surface when she helps an RAF pilot on the run, played by John Wayne. Despite some of the other comments on the film, I rather enjoy the handsome Wayne out of his spurs and boots. Because of Wayne, Crawford has to make it look like she's reuniting with her old beau, who has the power to arrange to get him out of the country.

Very entertaining.

John Wayne is second billed to the other lead, Joan Crawford, because after all this is MGM, Joan's studio, at least for awhile longer. This is a film that was obviously targeting a wartime audience with the objective of building patriotism and morale, so you have to look at the miscasting in the context of the times. Joan Crawford plays a French woman who seems to be plumbing the depths of shallowness in her high-rolling lifestyle until the Germans invade. She returns to Paris to find her fancy home confiscated, her boyfriend helping the Germans, and her inner patriotism aroused. She runs across an RAF pilot (Wayne) who has been shot down, and she must play up to her boyfriend and his German friends in order to help Wayne evade capture. Forget the fact that the actors playing Frenchmen don't sound French, that Wayne doesn't sound British, and that the Germans are portrayed as not being smart enough to find Berlin on a map, and just have fun with it. If you are a film history buff like myself, you will see much worse and weirder material about WWII particularly in the early war years.

If this slick MGM film had only been intelligently cast, it might have earned a 7 or possibly even an 8. However, it seems that when it came to assembling a cast, the powers that be put the names of actors on a roulette wheel and just spun it--as the final casting decision just made no sense at all. The first and biggest mistake was having Joan Crawford play a French lady. It was very odd that all the other French men and women had correct accents but Ms. Crawford didn't even try to sound or act the least bit French. She was simply way outside her range. Second, what numb-skull thought that pairing her with John Wayne would generate any sparks?! While he was not the only love interest for Crawford in the film, him pawing at her and kissing her just seemed weird and Joan seemed pretty uncomfortable with all this. There was just no way on this planet that such a pairing could occur!

As for the script, I really feel bad for the writers. They managed to create an exciting and different film to get the public behind the war effort. It was NOT a run-of-the-mill and showed some intelligence. But unfortunately all the nice machinations, decent dialog and exciting action got lost due to the casting and oddness of the final product. It's really too bad, but in the end this is just a time-passer and nothing more.