Lutte sans merci

This is one of Alan Ladd's last films, and his age is showing. But his acting is more than adequate, and it's a pleasure to see him in a role like this (aerospace engineer, husband) rather than "Gun for Hire", "Shane", "Blue Dahlia", "The Iron Mistress". etc. So much of his work was done in costume, he looks strange dressed like a suburban professional.

After doing the horrific Duel of the Champions in Europe, film offers were not inundating Alan Ladd any more. He was probably lucky to get this one which in fact he produced for himself.

13 West Street is an unpretentious drama about a 40 something man, a successful guy, an aerospace engineer in fact, who takes a wrong turn on the way home and runs into a gang of punks led by Michael Callan. They beat him up, really without any reason or provocation as punks are wont to do.

Alan Ladd is our victim and Rod Steiger is the detective from the juvenile division assigned to his case. Like Charles Bronson in Death Wish, Ladd is not real happy with the progress and starts investigating on his own. It leads to two deaths as byproducts in his pursuit of vengeance.

Dolores Dorn is good as Ladd's wife who doesn't like the changes in her husband. Ladd does give a good account of himself as the middle-aged man he was. Possibly he and Sue Carol realized finally he was no longer believable as an action hero.

Sad that the realization came too late because there was only one more film left in the career of Alan Ladd.

I saw this film with my dad at the now long gone Miami Theater on Flager Street in Downtown, Miami, Florida when I was a kid. I remember it being in black & white, and that Alan Ladd looked tired and worn out. But, if you're a fan of Ladd, this film is a must-see. Again, as is the case for most fading, washed-up actors, even though the film is third rate, the script fair, and the budget no-where to be seen, Ladd gives a talented performance. It's far from his best(Shane), but you can see that he's giving the best-he-can, with what he had left. Only about 50 here, he looks to be in his mid-60s. However, he still had that lean, trim, build, and that look of confidence. A fine supporting cast adds to this out-dated period piece. Made in 1962, it is corny stuff, but surprisingly was a prediction of the "senseless" violence to come. Better than you'd think.

As Alan Ladd's last starring role, this was a pretty good way to finish his all-too-short career. While it's not the best thing he ever did, it is one of his better films. Unfortunately, for me, a real fan of Ladd, it's also a bit tough to watch because he's obviously suffering the effects of advanced alcoholism--with a puffy look about him and slightly slurred speech. In addition, at times his performance was a bit limp--though at other times, particularly at the end, he was able to rouse some of that old Alan Ladd energy and anger.

The film is about a decent man who through no fault of his own is badly beaten by a group of young spoiled rich thugs. The problem is that the information on who did this was scant so catching the thugs looked uncertain. Plus Ladd had a lot of trouble getting on with his life--particularly when members of this little gang began threatening him and his wife. From that point on, Ladd is a bit like Captain Ahab--with an almost incessant need to find and punish the teens. Surprisingly, Rod Steiger underplays the role of a decent detective who is investigating the case (he sometimes seemed to overact in some films--here he was perfect). He's trying his best to find the boys AND keep Ladd from getting himself in trouble for being a vigilante.

Add to this basic plot decent acting, a very good and suspenseful script as well as a very adult plot for 1962 and you've got the formula for a very good drama--far better than many of the mediocre films Ladd had been making through much of the 1950s and 60s.

Alan Ladd, Rod Steiger, Michael Callan, and Delores Dorn star in "13 West Street," from 1962.

This was Alan Ladd's last starring role, and, frankly, it was heartbreaking to see him. He looks all washed up and shows the effect of his alcoholism. He plays an aeronautics engineer. Walt Sherrill, who comes up against some juveniles and is badly beaten by them, left with a broken leg, a concussion, and other injuries. The biggest injury seems to be to his psyche.

Dissatisfied with the progress of one Detective Koleseki (Steiger), Sherill hires a private detective (Stanley Adams) to help track down his attackers. The kids seem to be from a good school and good families.

It's not long after he returns from the hospital that he and his wife (Dorn) begin to receive threats, warning them not to continue the investigation. Sherrill is driven to take the law into his own hands, to the consternation of Koleski and Mrs. Sherrill.

Juvenile delinquency was a hot topic in the 1950s. Of course, what was considered juvenile delinquency then - souped up hot rods, talking back to parents and teachers, and chewing gum, seems like good etiquette now. Here, Michael Callan, Chris Robinson, and Arnold Merritt are spoiled kids whose parents let them get away with murder. Landry (Callan) is the one with no conscience, and he has control over the other kids.

Of interest to me was the Mrs. Cleaver concept of Ladd's wife, Dorn, and the mothers - Jeanne Cooper and Margaret Hayes - being impeccably dressed mid-day and not seeming to do much other than relax by the pool or mixing a drink.

Rod Steiger is excellent as a careful, calm detective who doesn't get rattled easily; beauty pageant winner/stage actress/acting teacher Delores Dorn is lovely as Sherrill's wife.

Alan Ladd had a short but very successful career. He had a Grapes of Wrath childhood, he watched his mother poison herself and die, he was of small stature - that he became such a star, had a family, and made it to 50 was a miracle. He left a strong legacy. That's how I want to remember him.