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I predict that when junk like Big Brother and The Weakest Link are gone and forgotten from our TV screens movies of the vintage and caliber of `The Murder Man' will still be providing us with superb entertainment.

I love these old thirties `Newspaper dramas' which probably culminated with the sublime `His Girl Friday' and this one stands up well despite lack of realism. Did New York papers really produce fresh editions all day long? Come to think of it perhaps they did in the days pre-TV.

I agree with the many judges who rate Spencer Tracy one of the greatest of all screen actors but feel he goes a bit over the top here, he certainly reined in his performances later. On the other hand James Stewart in his debut (?) appears fully formed with all the shy gawky charm which made him a star for the next fifty years already apparent.

`The Murder Man' is an excellent fast-moving film with a twist in the plot that I challenge you to pick. See this one if you can.

This is an exceptional little film due to an excellent script. Spencer Tracy stars as an alcoholic newspaper man who specializes in covering murder investigations. His ability to guess what occurred and how it occurred is amazing--as again and again he's able to piece together the little it of evidence they have to determine the facts of the case. As a result, he always beats out the competing papers for breaks in the investigation. However, Spencer actually has a bit of an edge in this particular case, but I don't want to say more as it would spoil the film.

The writing, acting and direction are all exceptional and the film is well worth seeing. Overall, an excellent effort by Tracy playing a role VERY close to home, as he himself was an alcoholic and binge drinker in real life--just like the character in the film. Also, look for a very young Jimmy Stewart in a rather bland supporting role before he became a star.

Steve Grey (Spencer Tracy) is the best homicide newspaper journalist in the city: they call him "the Murder Man." If there's a murder, he'll get all the inside information, and he'll have it on the press first. That he always succeeds despite a debilitating weakness for alcohol is considered by colleagues simply a part of his genius. In the killing of investment broker (read: con artist) James Spencer Halford – snipered in a car from a streetside shooting gallery – Grey is once again on the frontline, with an uncanny knack for reporting murder details before even the police know them.

Grey plays the story from both sides, as a pivotal witness in the murder case against Henry Mander, the victim's business associate, and as a reporter ostensibly reporting the unbiased facts (intriguingly, it's a two-way street, since Grey often twists the facts to his advantage). This MGM drama, which I had expected to be as grim as the similarly- themed 'Crime Without Passion' with Claude Rains, is surprisingly light- hearted in tone for the most part. Particular amusement is provided by the lanky young form of Jimmy Stewart, boasting a cheerful cockeyed grin in his feature debut. Jimmy's first ever words in a prolific movie career? "Hi, Joe!"

This is one of those films that plays very well because it's so well acted and directed. It's very contrived, but that's the fun of it, really.

Steve Grey (Spencer Tracy) is a homicide reporter - the murder man - for a big city paper. He's always drinking too much and sullen, but his editor loves him because he always seems to have a good handle on murders. When a crooked stock broker is murdered - shot to death while riding in his car - his equally crooked business partner looks to be the culprit and is arrested and tried for the crime. Steve Grey covers this story with the same flair, aplomb, and ability that he's been known for, and he always seems to be one step ahead of all of the other reporters. There's good reason for that, and I'll let you watch and find out why, but it turns out to be a great character study of "the murder man" with Tracy getting a dynamite role for his first film at MGM. Just don't expect something along the lines of "The Thin Man", because it is not that kind of film.

I'd probably make this one an 8/10 if not for Virginia Bruce who plays the writer of the advice column on the paper and who loves Tracy's character for no good reason that I could find. He doesn't treat her well, he's a rather mean drunk, he doesn't let her in emotionally, and he seems morbidly stuck on his dead wife. Bruce's character goes around doe-eyed and over emoting like she's in a silent film.

This was not only James Stewart's first film at MGM, but it was also his first credited film role ever. He plays a reporter on the same paper as Grey but is considered one of the minor or "cub" reporters. He still shows some of those trademark James Stewart expressions. For example, the editor is going to send Stewart - or "Shorty" as he is called here - to do an interview in the death house at Sing Sing. But then the editor rethinks this and says Steve would be better for it. The editor doesn't mean to hurt Shorty's feelings when he says "this job needs more than just any reporter" but that's what it does. Stewart indicates with just a look that he has been disrespected, doesn't like it one bit, but doesn't know what to say or how to react.

The thirties was an amazing time in film. Noir was to be refined, with one of its main elements being our on-screen detective. Before the conventions matured, we had a good 6- 7 years of experiments about embedded story and on screen surrogates. Some of those surrogates were detectives of different kinds, including newspaper reporters and insurance guys.

This is one of the most interesting experiments. The large shape has our detective being both outside and inside the story, what I can folding. He is a writer, and writes both the outside and inside stories. An inner observer of our folded man is an earnest woman. There are a lot of symmetries in this thing — very tight writing and lots of screen details.

One screen detail is a good example. We have a nervous street huckster who factors as an innocent in the murder. He is portrayed with a delicate balance of confidence and control when he is in his element and slightly hidden deference when with the law. He is court to testify as to what he saw. As he is called, he hands his hat to the surprised cop beside him. There is a 3 second — not even that — interplay concerning the hat, and its role in the social order. It is perfect.

I came to not like Spencer Tracey in his later career, his stock mannerisms and one-size- fits-all reflexes. But here he is fresh, spontaneous, right on.

Ted's Evaluation -- 3 of 3: Worth watching.