Le guêpier

Know how I feel about film noir? Love it to death! To me, it's not so much a genre, more a way of life. The inescapable reality, however, is that in the natural, universal scheme of existence, there is inevitably a percentage of crud at the bottom of the barrel. Indeed, the grating noise of a barrel being scraped, would provide a pertinent soundtrack for this dreary movie.

'Walk East on Beacon!' is a truly dour, dull docu-noir. A movie entirely devoid of personality. There are no strong characters, smart one-liners or wittily deadpan ripostes. In short, a gaggle of good grey men seek to smoke out a gaggle of gruesome greyer men (and women), who, despite being on the same page, exude as much warmth as a Siberian snowstorm in their dealings with each other. The sole striking performance comes from Finlay Currie as the ageing, vulnerable scientific genius, who has defected to the U. S. and is anxious about the plight of his son in East Berlin. Currie is fairly sound, but this is no Abel Magwitch and hints of native Scottish can be detected within his generic Eastern European brogue.

If one scene personifies the movie's relentlessly lacklustre tone, it's a conference room adorned by a group of middle-aged, largely bespectacled Communists, glumly listening to a reel to reel tape recording of Currie waxing lyrical about his revolutionary, life changing breakthrough, at the end of which they exit, with the same blank, glum indifference.

Released when blacklisting was at its peak: As a tirade against the rising tide of Communism, it makes for pretty tedious viewing. A missed opportunity, a damp squib of a picture. Not so much a film noir, more a film gris!

An hysterical anti-communist screed dolled up in the drag of a police procedural, Walk East On Beacon simply isn't up to the task of alerting us to the dangers of a Fifth Column in our midst. Well filmed but weedily written (and based on a magazine article by the Dark Prince of the F.B.I., J. Edgar Hoover), the film stars Republican senator-in-waiting George Murphy as a G-Man hot on the heels of a Red sleeper cell. Murphy was never much of an actor, and here he's strictly in Jack Webb just-the-facts-ma'am territory. Location photography in Boston gives the film a boost, but overall Walk East On Beacon! can't match either the red hot emotional power of Pickup On South Street or the creepy intensity of My Son John, two other Red Menace films of the period.

This is definitely not a "hysterical anti-communist screed" but a plodding 1950's manhunt story with Westbrook Van Vorhees as the narrator.It would be simple to ignore the ineffective demagoguery of Joe McCarthy as based on fiction, but the U.S.S.R. did aggressively spy on the U.S. and other allies during and after W.W.2 and its party organization and members were totally controlled by Moscow. This whole picture was shot on location but it lacks the punch of such other realistic films as CALLING NORTHSIDE 777, BOOMERANG, IRON CURTAIN etc.

Murphy wasn't much of an actor and comes off as bland as he was when the host of MGM PARADE.

Director Alfred L Werker stands as an indefatigable worker of B pics and he does not disappoint in WALK EAST ON BEACON! - a rather unusual title for a propaganda and FBI procedural piece.

Apart from the professional actor George Murphy and the rather biblical Finlay Currie (who played the part of Peter in QUO VADIS one year earlier) with a Russian or German accent, no known actors, but the action is riveting enough to remove any pressure from generally satisfactory and unassuming acting.

Good photography, tight and believable script (though I failed to grasp the repeated interest in the lady who walked with a "lope", nothing comes of it in the end) and pertinent voiceover.

No masterpiece by any stretch of the imagination, but interesting to watch as a capsule of a time when politics interfered with the life of citizens and everyone suspected everyone else of commie sympathies.

May the world never have to go through that again... now that Big Brother is watching everyone every minute of every day!

We all know, propaganda - with shifting targets according to the years - has been at the core of U. S. (and other countries') mainstream film production from the very start. And we are all right with it, as long as it is treated with some delicacy, and, in the best cases, with some artistic goals in mind. Well, this is not the case for "Walk East on Beacon!", (1952, in the cold war era), where heroic FBI's members', as well as common citizens' efforts to counter the "red threat" are cast upon a plot lacking of whatsoever thrill. If you can stand all that, you should watch the film: an interesting specimen of its times' values. Be aware that the final scenes, as happens often in these movies, are quite concitated action shots in which is really difficult to tell what is really happening.

I'm very shy about the comparison that I now am proposing to you: an equally propagandistic film is 1959 Hitchcock's "North by Northwest". If you haven's seen it, please do, and you will understand what I mean.