The Trumpet Blows

There's been quite a bit of criticism for The Trumpet Blows and it mostly centers around George Raft and his performance. But the criticism I believe is for the wrong reason.

One has to remember that George Raft with his sleek and dark looks got his first break in show business as a tango dancer in the tradition of Rudolph Valentino. And when he wears those tight fitting Mexican costumes he looks every inch the part and I'm sure that's what Paramount thought when they cast him.

The problem is that the second he opened his mouth out came the speech patterns of urban America. Raft was not that good an actor to convince otherwise. Note that Tyrone Power of Irish background born in Cincinnati, Ohio had one of his greatest roles as a Spanish matador in Blood And Sand. No one ever claimed he wasn't Hispanic looking or acting enough.

Not a Latino in the bunch, but the rest of the cast was all right and that was probably the reason.

Also the plot was from hunger. We're asked to believe that Raft was young enough to have never found out that his brother Adolphe Menjou was the notorious bandit Pancho Gomez. Menjou and Raft sure don't look that far apart in age. The two act very silly over the lovely Frances Drake who Raft steals from Menjou.

Of course Menjou was trying to fix Raft up with Nydia Westman. I might have wanted to take some vengeance on him for that.

They don't make movies like this any more. Maybe it's just as well, though it's amusing enough, in a 'time capsule' fashion. Adolphe Menjou, George Raft, and Sidney Toler are as unlikely a trio of Mexicans as you're ever likely to see, but then these were the days when you could cast Humphrey Bogart as an Irish stablehand (Dark Victory) and people would accept it. Not a bad timekiller, though you wouldn't want to watch it more than once.

I enjoy George Raft's films but will be the first to admit that his acting range was pretty limited. If you wanted someone to play a smooth and handsome dancer, he was great. The same is any film where he played a gangster...he was great. But otherwise, Raft was pretty limited. In "The Trumpet Blows", inexplicably, Raft plays a Mexican...and he seems about as Mexican as an order of Chop Suey!

The story begins on All Saints Day (commonly referred to as The Day of the Dead) in Mexico. Pancho (Adolph Menjou) is visiting a grave that supposedly he's buried within long ago! Let me explain. Many years ago, Pancho was a wanted bandit. But he faked his death and settled down to a life of respectability. Now, after visiting his faux grave, he and his buddy (Sidney Toler) head to pick up Pancho's brother, Manuel, on the train. It seems that Manuel was in the United States getting an eduction...and he inexplicably lost all trace of his Mexican accent in the process!

Soon after his arrival, Pancho tells his younger brother that he has picked out a good bride for Manuel. Unfortunately, Manuel soon falls for a woman that Pancho is smitten on...and Manuel then does what any decent brother would do...he runs away to become a bullfighter! What's next? Plenty!

What follows is very poorly written....a bit soap opera-like but also with a lot of plot elements...perhaps too many...and too many which just didn't make much sense. I enjoyed watching the film but will quickly admit that Raft, though nice looking and looking Latin, sounded all wrong for the part AND the writing was at best fair. Still, as I said, I enjoyed it and see it as a flawed time-passer.

Adolphe Menjou used to be a feared and respected bandit, one who stole from the rich and gave to the poor. Then he faked his death and now is one of the most respected ranchers in his part of Mexico. He is about to marry Frances Drake, when in walks his brother, George Raft, who doesn't know where his brother got his money. Being brothers, they quarrel about many things: who is the braver, who is to marry Miss Drake. Raft wins the second argument, and to win the first, he heads off to Mexico City to become a great matador, at which Menjou scoffs.

Director Stephen Roberts keeps things mostly light, even the bull fighting scenes, making this movie into one of fraternal competition rather than anything more substantial. That part is pretty good. Of course, casting Raft as a Mexican seems a bit odd, but then Ricardo Cortez spent his silent film career as a Latin too, and he was originally Jake Kranz, and like Raft, from Manhattan.... although almost certainly a different neighborhood.

This is probably the weakest film George Raft had to make for Paramount. Someone at the studio got it into his thick head that Raft, the Italian/German from Hell's Kitchen, should be playing Latin roles, and this is one of the painful results.

The plot, if it can be called that, in "The Trumpet Blows" is minor and still makes no sense. The casting is absurd. The movie is set in Mexico without one single legitimate Mexican accent. Though Raft's character Manuel Montes is supposed to have spent several years in the U.S. getting educated, that does not begin to explain a West Side accent. Nor does Adolph Menjou's always-indescribable accent ever fit in, not to mention Frances Drake, Sidney Toler or anyone else.

There are some very nice atmospheric shots, and footage of real bullfighting. Raft and Drake have some nice bits together. Menjou is entertaining, and not just for his hilariously skinny legs. Drake gets a flashy dance number (before the days when they made women cover their bellybuttons). But overall this is a weak, minor film.

Sidenote: This is the only film Menjou and Raft did together, but they had "met" back in the 1920s when Menjou was a major Broadway star and Raft had a celebrated dance act in night clubs and Vaudeville. According to Raft, Menjou came in late one night after closing and insisted they drag Raft out of bed to perform the dance number. Raft performed for him, Menjou expressed his appreciation and walked out without giving him a tip for the special performance. When they met up again years later in Hollywood, Raft reminded Menjou he owed him some money.