The Strange Love of Molly Louvain

The great Ann Dvorak wraps this up with her special brand of magic. It's really a shame she isn't more well known today. A lot of that seems to be because she didn't really have the ambition to stay on top after her initial burst of stardom which is a shame, she was always an arresting screen presence. Here as a woman more sinned against than sinner she is compelling and once she switches to platinum hair very striking. Her troubles are common ones faced in many pre-code dramas but she handles them with grit and skill. Her large expressive eyes tell volumes. Lee Tracy is abrasive but that was his usual persona so if your a fan he isn't bad, I've always found him an acquired taste. Efficiently directed by Curtiz this zips right along even if the ending is a bit of a letdown.

Fast little Warners item, from a play by Maurine Watkins--who wrote the source material for "Chicago," and this hard-boiled B is very much cut from the same cloth, with big-city corruption, tough-talking dames, and vice not always unrewarded. Ann Dvorak, always good in this sort of part, is the girl from the wrong side of the tracks whose attempts to crash high society are thwarted, and ends up a fugitive, for reasons she's not quite guilty and not quite innocent of. She's also an unwed mom, and not entirely an unsympathetic one, this being a year before they started fully enforcing the Production Code. Lee Tracy plays, as he was born to play, a fast-talking, fast-thinking newspaperman, and watching him at his peak is sort of like watching Cagney--he's so lively he's impossible not to like, even playing a reprobate like this. The story doesn't quite hang together: If Molly was really abandoned by her mom at seven, as she states early on, she's only 16 at the start of the film, which makes no sense at all. And while nobody, not even Tracy, is able to recognize the peroxide version of Molly as the same on-the-lam gal in the picture they have of her, her infant daughter does, at once. The tone's uneven, too, veering between melodrama and uneasy comedy. But Dvorak and Tracy are so watchable, and the supporting cast (Richard Cromwell, Guy Kibbee, Frank McHugh) so quintessential early-'30s Warners, it's a fine time-waster.

Ann Dvorak was always worth watching, she often stole scenes in support and was far from bland when in lead roles. Lee Tracy likewise. Have a lot of great admiration of Michael Curtiz and he directed a few of my favourite films of all time (have named them in some of my other reviews of his work), so it was interesting to see one of his early works. The story sounded sort of interesting, though had the traps of being unrealistic and melodramatic.

'The Strange Love of Molly Louvin' is worth a one-time watch, if not much more than that. It has a good deal of good things, such as the production values and leads, but also a good deal of bad, such as a story that never quite comes together. All did much better things, Curtiz even did better at this early stage of his career. 'The Strange Love of Molly Lauvin' is not a terrible film but it is just not a great one. Don't really consider it particularly good either and only slightly above average curio level.

Will start with 'The Strange Love of Molly Louvin's' good things. Dvorak, very early on in her career, carries the film well in a not easy role to pull off, while having an issue with the character herself Dvorak made the absolute most of what she has and is in control of her material rather than the other way around. Tracy is even better in a role perfect for him, he is both charming and amusing and gives his character a likeable snap and wit. Actually thought that Dvorak and Tracy did have chemistry here and it was done very nicely, their banter raising a smile. Most of the rest of the supporting cast are solid too, Guy Kibee and Frank McHugh are good value.

It is a good looking film as well, stylishly shot without being filmed play-like and the settings and costumes are handsome without being too glossy. The music doesn't overbear and is not too constant. The script has moments, especially in the banter between Dvorak and Tracy and the story does liven up when Tracy appears. Curtiz gave much better and much more distinctive and refined direction later on but does more than competently here in terms of visually and some atmosphere.

Sadly, 'The Strange Love of Molly Louvin' is brought down by the story which never really comes together. Do agree that it did feel incomplete and choppy, like there were scenes filmed that never made it into the finished product which would have helped it make more sense. The ending is abrupt to the point of not feeling like an ending at all and did agreed feel like the writers were fighting severe time constraints and ran out of time. The story also came over as ridiculous and very difficult to find any believability in, didn't mind so much that it was cliched and was a very slow starter (coming to life when Tracy enters the picture) but did mind that there is a real lack of realism throughout.

Also felt that the script was confused tonally. At some points it is very melodramatic and soapy, doing this to an overwrought degree, and at other points there were attempts at very hit and miss comedy that didn't always gel and the gear changes between the two weren't always seamless. It would have been better to stick to just one of them rather than attempting both. Richard Cromwell was pretty bland and if there was anybody that Dvorak didn't have any chemistry with it was him.

Concluding, above average curio but very little exceptional here and quite strange. 6/10

THE STRANGE LOVE OF MOLLY LOUVAIN pushes her to look for love with all the wrong men, leading inevitably to unwed pregnancy, betrayal & murder...

This obscure little crime film highlights the kind of fast-moving, tough-talking picture which Warner Bros. did so well in the early 1930's. Good production values help tremendously, but the biggest asset is the piston-powered performance of Lee Tracy as a cynical, amoral reporter. Although his character doesn't appear until 30 minutes into the story, once on screen he dominates his scenes, as he typically did during his heyday. This picture was made shortly before Tracy moved to MGM for his 5 memorable appearances there in 1933. His spectacular fall from grace would spin him out to the minor studios, but here he's in his prime, or nearly so.

The other two sides to the film's romantic triangle are made up of Ann Dvorak, very good in the title role, and Richard Cromwell, impressive as the innocent college kid infatuated with her. A sprinkling of character actors - Guy Kibbee, Leslie Fenton, Frank McHugh & Charles Middleton - add to the film's success.

Movie mavens will recognize J. Farrell MacDonald as a murdered cop, silent movie comic 'Snub' Pollard as a bill collector & Louise Beavers as a washroom attendant, all uncredited.

The film's rather gamey plot proclaims its pre-Production Code status.

Whatever it was, it's too bad there doesn't seem to be any of it left. Warner Bros. pre-code was like a renaissance atelier - genius in the air, tons of talent on hand, cranking out, if not masterpieces, some unforgettable confections. Tons of bit part players in this one, it's as though they couldn't let anyone just walk on and act, the scene had to be chewed through. This sometimes seems distracting when you're caught up in the story, which, as with "Three on a Match," uses the threatened child to keep you in suspense. But with Lee Tracy and Ann D., plus all these superb faces and shticks, can anyone really complain? Worthwhile to think about why this Warner Bros. vision of life seems to get tremendous lift from exploiting a certain idea of the US press, never better represented than by Tracy - at least until Grant in "His Girl Friday."