L'aventure à deux

Why are some of the best movies so totally ignored? This is one of those rare films where the studio system produced one of its gems among the dross - it is charming, and gives the great Eve Arden some wickedly funny lines.

"The Voice of the Turtle" is a gentle comedy romance. The principal characters are an aspiring actress and an Army sergeant on a weekend pass in New York. The time is not clear - there's no news or hint of war, and not many servicemen or women around. But, besides the main character, there is a Navy commander. It would probably be around the time of the film - 1947, a couple years after World War II when there would still be some men in uniform.

Ronald Reagen is Sgt. Bill Page and Eleanor Parker is Sally Middleton. They meet when Sally's friend, Olive Lashbrooke (played by Eve Arden) stands Bill up for another date with Navy Commander Ned Burlin (played by Wayne Morris). Most of the comedy dialog comes from Olive in the biting, quirky lines that were Arden's trademark throughout her career in films and on TV.

Sally is somewhat shy and awkward, and Bill sees the humor or cheeriness in her character. Their relationship blooms slowly in film time, even though the period covered is but a weekend. The story is probably a much more realistic portrayal of dates of that type and time than other films have shown. The movie may seem very slow to some, and probably intolerable for those who thrive on a thrill-a-minute action films. But those who like light comedy and drama that shows a slice of life from a specific period should enjoy this film.

Incidentally, the title comes from something Bill says in the film. After he refers to the voice of the turtle, Sally asks "voice of the turtle?" rhetorically. Bill replies, "turtledove," and says it comes from the Bible. His reference was to Songs 2:12 - "The flowers appear on the earth, the time of pruning the vines has come, and the song of the turtledove is heard in our land."

My favorite line from the film is in the drugstore where people are waiting outside a telephone booth. A woman says, "I've been waiting for half an hour. How long can he talk for a nickel?"

this comment is being written on June 11, 2004--in which the nation pays homage to Ronald Reagen, who died six days ago. The post office and government buildings are closed, flags are at half mast, and the media are playing and replaying footage of Mr. Reagen.

Turner Classic Movies offers its tribute: a 1947 film that starred Reagen, first released as "The Voice of the Turtle" (original play title) then re-released as "One for the Book." Neither title really did much for the movie.

However, the film itself contains one of Reagen's best performances, right there with his impressive dramatic turn in "King's Row." In this case, the role calls for a pretty light hearted chap--a service man--and one who isn't particularly gifted in any area and doesn't make any bones about it.

It's a good role for Ronnie, and with the support of the enormously talented Eleanor Parker as love interest--and the always spiffy work of comedienne Eve Arden--Reagen manages to come out looking quite well.

Yet who would have thought, watching this film, that an entire nation would be declaring a day in his honor? Goes to show, one shouldn't underestimate the potential power of actors, especially those who manage to stick to "nice guy" roles throughout their career.

Irving Rapper directs this fluffy romantic farce with flair, and the viewer's rewarded with a most amusing diversion.

With snow falling softly over a back-lot Manhattan, and a French boîte where a Benedictine bottle holds the shade for a table lamp, how can anybody resist The Voice of the Turtle (Irving Rapper's adaptation of the John Van Druten stage hit, reissued as One for the Book)? It's a bit of romantic fluff set on the home front during the Second World War that somehow survives into the new millennium with much of its artifice and most of its charm intact.

Circumstances throw together struggling young actress Eleanor Parker, on the rebound, and furloughed serviceman Ronald Reagan, who has just been daintily dumped by Eve Arden. Since hotel rooms are hard to come by on rainy nights in wartime, Reagan ends up spending the night on a studio bed in Parker's apartment. And the inevitable happens – they fall in love.

That's just about all there is to it, allowing for some excursions into the New York theater world. But the cast, none of whom was on Hollywood's A-list at the time, gives it their best. This was the sort of amiable, easy-going role that Reagan played best, from the movies to the White House. Parker (in a dreadful hairdo) seems a little tense in the ditzy part of an ingenue with a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, but ultimately she wins us over. Best of all is Arden, for once not a vinegar virgin but a high-fashion woman-about-town who's possessive about the multiple men in her life only when she's about to lose them. All told, The Voice of the Turtle is a somewhat faded sachet that brings back nostalgic memories of a 1940s Manhattan that probably never existed – but makes it fun to daydream that maybe once it did.

For all those viewers who have gotten their hearts broken in love (meaning practically all of us), for those who enjoy delightful romantic comedies, and for those of us who simply enjoy watching a nice solid '40s movie that has been put together by a group of seasoned pros, "The Voice of the Turtle" should fit the bill very nicely, indeed. Released on Christmas Day in 1947, the film was co-written by John van Druten, here adapting his hit Broadway play of four years earlier, and to winning effect.

In a nod to its release date, the film itself opens during the Christmas season of 1944, when we first get to meet the sweet and lovely Sally Middleton (Eleanor Parker), an aspiring actress who is in the process of being "dumped" by her current love interest, stage producer Kenneth Bartlett (Kent Smith, moustachioed here, for a change). Having recently been dumped by still another gent, Sally decides to call it quits with both men and romance for good. Her plans are soon derailed when her best friend, sassy Olive Lashbrooke (Eve Arden, here having perfected her "second-banana" supporting act to a fine science; "The war has made men so unpredictable," she declares at one point), decides to ditch her visiting suitor, Sgt. Bill Page (Ronald Reagan, here 33 years before becoming Ronald Raygun), in favor of spending the weekend with his commanding officer, Comm. Ned Burling (a very amusing Wayne Morris). Long story short: After Bill arrives at Sally's place to meet Olive and is summarily dispatched, Sally offers to let him sleep over at her place, resulting in a case of the mutual irresistibles between the two. But what of Sally's former oath? And what to do, when Olive soon decides that she wants her sergeant back?

The oddly titled "Voice of the Turtle" (perhaps potential viewers would be more understanding of that title if they knew that the turtle referenced is actually a turtledove, and that the title is drawn from a line in "The Song of Solomon": "The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land....") is an extremely charming film, due mainly to the sensitive performances of Parker and Reagan, both here playing characters who've been hurt before and are tentatively wondering if they might ever find happiness again. Reagan has always been undervalued as an actor, I feel (and overvalued as a prez, but don't get me started on that), and he is both charismatic and likable here. But it is Parker who easily steals this film with her endearing portrayal of the kooky Sally. And boy, is she EVER kooky! This is a woman who loves nothing more than curling up on her sofa with a nice dish of potato salad. A woman who won't leave a percolator going or a radio playing in her apartment when she is away, for fear that they might wonder where she is! She is also a woman who, when serving two glasses of milk, OJ or champagne, must sip exactingly at one of them to even up the levels of the liquids in the two vessels. Today, I suppose, Sally would be diagnosed as having a pretty severe case of OCD, obsessive-compulsive disorder ("You're crazy," Page truthfully tells her), but that only makes her all the more endearing, somehow. Parker makes us really feel for the woman's plight of being pulled into another romance, despite her best intentions not to be. "Oh, that was a nice surprise," she sighs when Page first kisses her, in one of the film's sweetest moments. In short, she is absolutely adorable here.

"The Voice of the Turtle" was expertly helmed by Irving Rapper, a director more well known for having completed four films with Bette Davis ("Now, Voyager," "The Corn Is Green," "Deception" and "Another Man's Poison"), and he here elicits some wonderfully comedic and winning performances from his small cast of pros. Max Steiner has contributed a charming (there's that word again), sprightly score to complement the proceedings; another feather in the cap of the man responsible for the music in such films as "King Kong," "Gone With the Wind," "Casablanca," "Now, Voyager" and "The Searchers." The film is rarely laugh-out-loud funny but is never less than highly amusing. It is actually a fairly realistic experience, with honestly drawn characters in credible situations. The audience roots for Sally and Bill to find some happiness, and the film's ending will surely be a pleasing one for most viewers. Actually, I only had one small problem with the picture, and that is, in the opening, as I mentioned, it is Christmas season, at the beginning of a cold and rainy weekend, and a few days later, by the weekend's end, the weather has changed and it is early spring! But I guess time really CAN seem to fly, when you're falling in love again, right? This film comes more than highly recommended by yours truly...especially for those tentative individuals who are considering taking the plunge once again....