King of Chinatown

KING OF CHINATOWN (Paramount, 1939), directed by Nick Grinde, the third in the cycle following the studio's title pattern of KING OF GAMBLERS (1937) with Akim Tamiroff, and KING OF ALCATRAZ (1938), with J. Carrol Naish, teams the aforementioned individual performers in a new "King" melodrama by which Akim Tamiroff assumes the title role. Anna May Wong, having already starred in DAUGHTER OF SHANGHAI (1937) and DANGEROUS TO KNOW (1938), heads the cast once again, topping her previous efforts thus far. While her work in DANGEROUS TO KNOW was more of a showcase for Akim Tamiroff, her reunion with Tamiroff for KING OF CHINATOWN finds them both equally matched and essential to the story.

Set in San Francisco where a Chinese New Year's celebration is taking place, the story introduces Frank Baturin (Akim Tamiroff), manager of The Silver Club, a gambling casino he uses as a front. In actuality he's the notorious "King of Chinatown," head of a protective association for local Chinese businesses. The Professor (J. Carrol Naish), a scholarly looking gentleman with a prison record, who keeps the books for his crime boss, hopes to some day take control of his corrupt business. After losing $20,000 in a benefit boxing match between an American and Chinese prizefighter, Baturin learns he's been double crossed by one of his henchmen, Mike Gordon (Anthony Quinn). In the meantime, Mary Ling (Anna May Wong), a respected surgeon for Bayview Hospital, engaged to local attorney, Robert Lee (Philip Ahn), wants to leave the hospital for better pay elsewhere. Her father, Chang Ling (Sidney Toler), a pharmacist who refuses to pay protection money to Baturin's hoods, makes it known of his intentions on doing something about it. Later that night, gunshots mistaken for firecrackers cause injury to Baturin as his car lose loses control to crash near Ling's shop. Because Mary Ling believes her father to be responsible and not wanting him arrested, she immediately takes action in having Baturint sent to the hospital where she takes the case to perform an emergency operation. Keeping him out of reach of telephone calls and visitors, Baturin slowly recovers, unaware that both the Professor and Gordon have teamed together taking over his establishment. Wanting to keep Mary Ling from leaving his services, Baturin offers her at $200 a day to act as his nursemaid at his home. Needing that extra money to establish a Red Cross nursing unit in war-torn China, she accepts. Problems arise trying to protect her patient from both the outside world and those wanting to have him killed. Co-starring Roscoe Karns (Rep Harrigan, ambulance driver); Bernadene Hayes (Dolly Warren, hospital nurse); with Ray Mayer, Richard Denning, Charles Trowbridge and Pierre Watkin in supporting roles.

KING OF CHINATOWN is a prime example of creative movie making, regardless of its short length of 57 minutes. Its shows that bigger doesn't necessarily mean better. Anna May Wong is excellent in her leading role, working opposite Philip Ahn, as in DAUGHTER OF SHANGHAI, playing her love interest. Quite effective is J. Carrol Naish assuming character type performance reminiscent to the similar acting style enacted by Stanley Ridges also playing a Professor in BLACK FRIDAY (Universal, 1940) starring Boris Karloff. Take notice that Anthony Quinn, in his third go round in an Anna May Wong movie, share no scenes together. Sidney Toler, who had already replaced Warner Oland in the popular "Charlie Chan" series, gets his dress rehearsal for future Chan role to come, enacting that as a wise Chinaman. With Wong having one more movie before leaving the Paramount banner later in 1939, KING OF CHINATOWN should go on record as her finest work for the studio at this point.

Nick Grinde's direction allows but a few lags, but the plot moves swiftly enough to prevent unnecessary scenes to slow down its action. While KING OF CHINATOWN did enjoy frequent television revivals prior to 1973 on WPIX, Channel 11, in New York City, it never had any home video distribution. It can be found both on you-tube or purchase on DVD from a private collector. It's well worth the time rediscovering Anna May Wong or Akim Tamiroff, "king of chinatown." (***)

I did not know that Nick Grinde worked for Paramount Pictures, I thought he only was a director for Warner, concerning those B crime thrillers. That said, this little crime drama is pretty exciting with a female lead who behaves like a man, as we see so many times now, in 2020's. And Akim Tamiroff as a kingpin, a mob boss, is of course a cliché, as when we see John Wayne as a sheriff or a cowboy...His roles in such roles are numerous, countless, and the ending here is abit cheesy, if you compare with the rest of this plot. It could have been a bit grittier. Such a shame because this story was very promising.

Frank Baturin (Akim Tamiroff) is the "king of Chinatown", a benevolent gangster (!) who runs a lucrative gambling house in the area. Most of the neighborhood likes him, but aged herbalist Dr. Chang Ling (Sidney Toler) still thinks he's just a crook. When Baturin is shot in an assassination attempt, Ling's gifted surgeon daughter Mary (Anna May Wong) saves his life. The two become friends, but the violent underworld threatens to bring them all down,

Running less than an hour long, this minor gangster effort could have been something special with a fleshed out script and some fine tuning. Seeing an Asian woman depicted as not only a medical doctor but a gifted surgeon was very unusual for the time, and Wong imbues her role with grace and dignity. Philip Ahn plays a lawyer, and his character is treated with respect, and there's no cringe-worthy racial stereotyping going on. You would think with Tamiroff, J. Carrol Naish, and Anthony Quinn in the cast that there wouldn't be a single piece of scenery left unchewed, but they keep the ham in check. Toler had already appeared as Charlie Chan once by this point, and he adds a long white beard to his standard Chinese characterization. The story gets resolved too neatly and too quickly, which is a shame as the film had a lot of potential.

Before seeing this movie, I'd never heard of Anna May Wong, so seeing that a woman of Chinese extraction played a lead role in this movie in 1939 was a surprise. Seeing that she played the role without being shoehorned into a stereotype was even more of a surprise. Her English was like silk, but that was the most oriental thing about her voice. Her performance in this movie was serviceable, but it's understandable that she didn't cause more of a stir in Hollywood, regardless of ethnicity.

In contrast to the racial authenticity of the leading lady, the same occidental actor who played Charlie Chan played her father, working hard to be something other than Charlie Chan but to still be the older Chinese American man. Somehow, during the course of this move, his off-pitch monotone reminded me of Dan Ayckroyd's Conehead skits. Plus, he got to deliver some of the strangest attempts to praise the Chinese identity within the American community: "We do not eat American food. I do not think many Chinese have heard of your great American dish, chop suey." While this is a nice try, it sounds pretty odd, considering that the producers couldn't put a real Chinese American actor into the part. At least they got an oriental, albeit a Korean-American to portray the younger man.

Rounding out this multi-cultural cast is Armenian-Russian playing a Russian mafioso who operates in Chinatown. He's the king, but he eventually shows another side, thanks to the kindness Dr. Ling (Wong) shows to him. Of course, she has her own motives for the kindness, but it all makes sense eventually.

During the first 30 minutes of the movie, it seems there are two stories moving independently. Only slowly do they begin to move together, and the handling of the points they overlap and intersect could have been the source of more character drama. As it is, they are too abruptly shoved against each other as some unseen clock ticks away expected run time.

There's an interesting montage in the middle of the film, which doesn't further the story at all. I'm guessing that there was some gambling and extortion and someone was getting rich. This montage is interesting mainly for being a bit obtuse. As unreal as it seems, there was more story here than this movie could contain. I imagine they cut out some of the clues about what was really happening so that Ms. Wong could have more screen time. Maybe it was in her contract.

Some things aren't quite explained, just mentioned. Dr. Ling dotes on her recovering patient so heavily, and we are left to wonder how a newspaper could stress a man so much after a gunshot wound, but still, she takes no chances. Pretty devoted for a surgeon who becomes a nursemaid (with an assistant nursemaid to boot).

And then, the film wraps up. Yes, just like that. I think someone died in the end, but I really couldn't tell. Maybe it would be too stressful for us to know the truth about that.

As I watch a movie like this, I try to imagine its potential. The story isn't a bad outline and I could definitely see Michelle Yeoh bringing more to the main role. Without massive changes, the story would still need to take place in the 30s, and ironically, I doubt current movie- goers would believe the Chinese-American female surgeon could exist in that era.

Sixty years ago America's hospitals were already staffed by East Asians, if Anna May Wong's skill with a scalpel is anything to go by; and she is supported by two future Charlie Chans in the form of well known Hollywood Eurasians Sidney Toler (resembling Tony Randall as Dr.Lao as her father) and J.Carroll Naish.

Heaven knows what part of Europe or Latin America a young & suave Akim Tamiroff (actually Russian) is supposed to hail from in the title role as anti-hero Nick Baturin; but Zorba was mercifully many years in the future when Anthony Quinn was required simply to be smoothly villainous in a supporting role as an all-American gangster.