Por ti yo muero

There is actually quite a lot going on in this crime-noir. Petty criminal "Johnny" (Paul Langton) is coming to the end of his sentence but before he makes it to the gates, he is coerced into taking part in a prison break that sees him on the run, alone, making for a remote diner where he is to meet "Hope" (Cathy Downs) and wait for his nemesis "Gruber" (Don Harvey). Now it turns out that she's not one of his biggest fans either, and together the two youngsters concoct a plan to alert the police and, meantime, they start to take a shine to each other. Perilous stuff for all concerned and the young, green, "Johnny" isn't best equipped for what's to come. The acting from Downs and Langton here is quite effective, delivering a degree of chemistry and with a strong supporting cast - including the usually reliable Mischa Auer, and Roman Bohnen as the dipso chef - makes for quite a competent, low-budget, thriller. I'm not sure about the ending, but it's certainly not what I was expecting. It's well paced and worth a watch.

Paul Langton and Don C. Harvey escape from prison. Harvey threatens Langton if he squeals, and sends him to a motel, where Harvey's old girlfriend, Cathy Downs, will cover for him. When Langton first arrives, he mistakes thrill-crazy Jane Weeks for the girl, but as time goes on, the collection of kindly characters and Miss Downs, who has come to despise the woman she used to be, begin to have an effect on him.

It's definitely a film noir, but it reaches back to the poetic realism roots of the movements with its collection of character studies. Alas, those characters are drawn with a few bold strokes, making them caricatures, even as the actors try to inhabit them. It's not simply the obvious cheapness of the production. I attribute the lack of depth to screenwriter Robert Presnell, but more to director John Reinhardt, one of the emigree directors who came to the US during the War and returned to Germany after it. His handling renders the movie an impressionist work, and while cinematographer William Clothier gives him a fine visual interpretation of the noir world, there's no subtlety in the handling of the movie. It turns out that the plot seems to drive the characters' changes more than they drive the plot. It's always interesting, but never surprising.

There used to be a secure niche in the movies for these inexpensive little B features in the 30s and 40s. The A feature would be some splashy, well-publicized show announced in overwhelming big red letters: "LEAVE HER TO LIMBO" or something, usually "based on the best selling novel" by F. Scott Bostwick. In between showings of the A feature, there would be a short black-and-white little movie, often about crime or cowboys. They frequently had titles like "Blondie Goes to Hollywood" but some of them were dandies They usually provided work for promising newcomers or old pros whose bones were beginning to creak. (Karl Freund, who was the photographer on Fritz Lang's "Metropolis", wound up shooting "I Love Lucy.")

This one isn't a dandy but it's earnest enough. It's about a disillusioned inmate, Paul Langton, who escapes from prison and finds himself stuck in a road house run by the watchful and forbearing Marian Kerby, a Ma Joad for the common man. Her tiny family of guests and relatives is diverse and familiar. There is the blond hootchy-kootchy floozie, the hypomanic Russian that Mischa Auer always played, the drunken but affectionate old cook, and finally the girl of the fugitive's dreams, Cathy Downs.

The performances aren't particularly bad. Langton will be a familiar face to movie buffs, though they may have a hard time placing him. He hooked into some conspicuous supporting parts in a handful of popular war movies. He was Ski in "Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo," the barber who tries to cut Alan Hale's hair in "Destination Tokyo," and one of the sailors in "They Were Expendable." Always a likable and reliable player, his career never went anywhere. He's the lead here, a kind of bitter everyman, but if he's not dynamic, he's not an insult to his art either.

Cathy Downs, an ex model, was an attractive young woman with a deep and honest voice. She was the object of Wyatt Earp's affections in "My Darling Clementine" and here -- less distant and reserved, with her hair down -- looks a little like Ella Raines. One can imagine why Langton finds her attractive.

In fact, one can imagine that this might have been a far better movie if it had had double the budget and a bit more talent behind the camera. It was shot by the expert William Clothier, but the director is John Reinhardt. His work is pedestrian. Whenever a group comes together, they stand as if staged for a tableau vivant. Let's see -- Langton, you stand there, and Marian over there, and Cathy, get close to Auer and stare at Langton. Good -- now, nobody move.

The drunken cook is Roman Bohnen and he makes little impression although he's capable of doing a good job in the right part, as when he reads Dana Andrews' commendations aloud towards the end of "The Best Years of Our Lives."

It was written by Robert Presnell in a strictly functional manner but one feels that he's repressing some of the zest he brought to movies like "Meet John Doe." In a dull comic scene, Auer pretends to be conducting a recording of some orchestral work by Brahms and Langton complains that you can't put ketchup on it. "My friend," says the ever exuberant Auer, "if you had a million bucks in the bank, Brahms' music would not be more beautiful!" It's not much but it's a palpable hit. There are a few other examples, including a dramatic conversational exchange that incorporates that silly sounding title.

I could be wrong but I'm left with the feeling that someone brought out a script, said "Make this in ten days," and then threw it in the direction of the wrong man.

Another in the list of solidly made B movies, FOR YOU I DIE is very much worth seeking out. This taut little Film Noir has good actors and a fine, dark atmosphere. Paul Langton is excellent as down-and-out Johnny Coulter, newly escaped from prison, but basically a decent guy. His companion, seen briefly in the film's shadowy opening, is Mac (Rory Mallinson), a hard-as-nails con-type who instructs Johnny to head alone to the restaurant where Mac's girlfriend Hope works. Nervous Johnny arrives and is immediately misled by floozy Jane Weeks as Georgie, who pretends to be Hope in order to seduce handsome Johhny. As the real Hope (symbolic name, no doubt), Cathy Downs is a standout, avoiding all the good-girl clichés and creating a believable character. Other very good performers in the film are Marion Kerby, Mischa Auer and Roman Bohnen. These actors give their all in what was most likely just a low-budget production. Director John Reinhardt keeps the pace fast and the details interesting, and William Clothier does some nice things with obscure, Noir lighting effects. A top-notch minor Noir, whose theme is the enjoyment of what life offers for free.

Actually, For You I Die is kind of a sweet movie, though very low budget, directed by John Reinhardt. The biggest name in the cast is Mischa Auer, though Cathy Downs became well known in sci-fi circles and Paul Langton became known on the TV show Peyton Place.

Langton plays Johnny, a prison trustee with one year left on his sentence when he is forced to take part in a prison escape. The convicts separate - Matt (Don C. Harvey), the ringleader, sends Johnny to a road house where his girlfriend Hope (Downs) works with a message for her.

Upon arriving, Johnny mistakes the floosie-ish Georgie (Jane Weeks) and identifies himself. But then he realizes that the girlfriend is Hope, which surprises him as she doesn't seem the type to have the coarse Matt as a boyfriend.

Hope has found a home at Maggie's, as have some others. Maggie (Marian Kirby) is maternal and caring. Soon Hope and Johnny fall in love. The police, also Maggie's patrons, haven't recognized him, but Johnny knows he is on borrowed time, and Matt will be showing up any day.

Wish it had been better directed with more money behind it. It had some good elements and nice acting. Mischa Auer provides the comedy.