The Glass Key

Crime novelist Dashiell Hammett is best-known for penning THE THIN MAN and THE MALTESE FALCON and, like the latter's original 1931 film version was completely overshadowed by John Huston's classic 1941 remake, the same fate practically befell another of his filmed works. In fact, the original 1935 version of THE GLASS KEY has been all but impossible to see until recently, while its 1942 remake was easily available on DVD in Europe. Although I do own a copy of the latter, it has been ages since I watched it last and cannot sensibly compare the two versions now; having said that, the credits for the original – director Frank Tuttle (who would later make a star out of Alan Ladd in THIS GUN FOR HIRE and whose next picture, ironically enough, was the aforementioned remake of THE GLASS KEY!), stars George Raft (this obviously made him the first choice for Sam Spade in the remake of FALCON, but he turned it down to Bogie's eternal benefit!), Ray Milland and Ann Sheridan, plus character actors Edward Arnold, Guinn Williams and Irving Bacon – are sufficiently interesting to merit its re-evaluation as a worthy precursor to the noir subgenre.

Raft is influential lawyer Arnold's right-hand man who, carrying on from his own star-making turn in Howard Hawks' SCARFACE (1932), has an eye for his boss' sister; when the former decides to become the ally of the local political candidate (because he too has his heart set on the latter's sister!), everything starts to go wrong for him, especially after turning down the defense of a drunken motorist from a manslaughter charge and when setting his foot down on the nightclub owned by the local underworld kingpin. However, it is the politician's inveterate gambler son Milland who proves to be the catalyst for disaster as, ostensibly pursuing the affections of Arnold's daughter, he is truly after milking the girl out of her funds to satiate the aforementioned criminal with whom he is indebted. This state of affairs naturally pits Arnold and Milland at loggerheads and it is up to the quick-witted Raft to shuffle his boss out of a murder rap when Milland's corpse is found lying in the gutter one night after the latest scuffle with his prospective father-in-law!

At one point in the narrative – in a brutal sequence anticipating the later ones featuring Dick Powell's Philip Marlowe and Ralph Meeker's Mike Hammer in, respectively, Edward Dmytryk's MURDER, MY SWEET (1944) and Robert Aldrich's KISS ME DEADLY (1955) – Raft suffers greatly at the hands of the criminal's chief henchman Williams (effectively cast against type) and, eventually, ends up in hospital where he is nursed by a pre-stardom Sheridan. Yet, despite having also been assaulted by a massive dog, he goes back for more and, ultimately, defeats the thug by turning him against his own employer. The identity of the real murderer is not all that mysterious in itself but the journey to the denouement is an exciting ride and, indeed, it is kickstarted by a spectacular car-crash right in the very opening scene! For what it is worth, the characters of Arnold's mother and card-trick obsessed odd-job man, providing here the requisite elements of sentimentality and comic relief, were dispensed with for the remake in those somber days of WWII.

When the new Production Code came out in July, 1934, Hollywood was forced to clean up its act. Up until this time, although there was the Hays Office, the studios routinely ignored this censors board and films were occasionally shocking...even by today's standards. Nudity, extreme violence, cursing and all sorts of sexual behaviors of all types were in a lot of films...and the Production Code of 1934 was a reaction to all this family-unfriendly material. Sadly, the Code often went too far...and many of the great gangster films of the early 30s were no longer allowed to be shown in theaters without significant cuts. I mention all this because although the Code was in full force, "The Glass Key" managed to have a lot of content which seemed Pre-Code! No, there was no nudity or cursing...but wow, is this a brutal and violent movie. Now I am not complaining...I actually think it helped the story...and managed to be grittier than the more famous 1942 remake with Alan Ladd.

Paul Madvig (Edward Arnold) is a Boss Tweed sort of guy...a powerful man who pulls the strings of various politicians and to get elected, a politician would have to be someone Madvig liked. However, a political enemy is determined to destroy Madvig. The only hope Madvig has is his assistant, Ed Beaumont (George Raft)...and Beaumont is determined to help Madvig even if it means nearly getting beaten to death to do it.

When Beaumont is captured and held prisoner, he's beaten pretty vividly by a lunking sadist (Guinn Williams)...so much so that I am shocked the film was released without significant cuts to these scenes. Additionally, Beaumont later decks a woman. They cut away at the very last second so you don't see it connect, but clearly he knocked a woman out...and again, I am shocked this remained in the film and wasn't cut. But all this add to the grittiness of the film...a film which is very much an example of film noir even though supposedly this genre wasn't created until the 1940s! Well worth seeing and a bit better than it's remake.

In the unlikely event that the term "film noir" means anything, it must be the meeting of the US detective film and the sinister Germanic look.

The process can be seen well and truly evident in this rarely seen version of the Hammet story. This one has the down beat view of human nature, sinister nocturnal scenes, notably Raft's discovery of Ray Milland's body and the grim shadowed world of thug Williams in his best rôle.

Neglected in favour of the Alan Ladd version which borrows from it - disposing of the stroppy brother with a kick on the shins, the dog attack - this one plays better because it's easier to believe Arnold is running a city and for director Tuttle's use of comedy actors like Irving Bacon, in serious material. Raft as Ned Beaumont, the minder, fits right in here.

Notice the significant difference is the presence of the mother character in the space that the fiancée takes in the later film. The spectacular auto stunt opening gets things moving rapidly too. This one doesn't work up the intensity of the best of the forties thrillers - no erotic smolder and feelings of growing doom but it's still a good viewing that stands with the best crime films of its day.

Lacking Only the Glossy Sheen Perfected in the 40's, this is, the Under-Seen 1st Version of the 1931 Dashiell Hammett Novel, which was Remade 1942 with Alan Ladd and Veronica Lake.

This is Directed by the Blacklisted Frank Tuttle (who made a mark with "This Gun for Hire" (1942), and made a Star out of, wait for it...Alan Ladd.

Ever Since the Remake this One has Faded Further and Further From Film-Buffs Lexicon and has Lingered in Near Obscurity Only Mentioned in Passing Reference.

Also Hindering the Reputation is the Much Maligned and Overrated, especially Compared to Alan Ladd, George Raft in the Lead.

But, Truth be Told, it is a Solid and Spot-On Performance from Raft that He Seldom Matched, and the Enormous Popularity of Alan Ladd Helped Hide this Under-Seen Gem for Years.

It Contains some Brutal "Code-Pushing" Violence, especially the Famous Scene, in Both Versions where "Ed" Gets the Tar Beat Out of Him by a Possibly "Gay" Sadist Guinn Williams, William Bendix in the Ladd Version.

Also, Witness some Impressionistic Overlays of Shadowing that Preceded the Film-Noir Prime, Possibly Influenced by the Recent Run of "Horror" Films that were Extremely Expressionistic.

Edward Arnold Plays the "Mob-Boss" Controlling the Politics and the City, Brian Donlevy in the Remake. Arnold is More Hard-Boiled, but Phonies Up a Laugh Now and Then. Both Performances Hold Their Own.

Where the 40's Version has Effervescent Veronica Lake Stealing the Spotlight, Rosalind Colli as the Love-Interest Here is Basically a Non-Entity and is Overshadowed by Raft, Arnold, and the Interwoven Political Corruption-Crime Elements.

Look for a Young "Ray Milland in the Opening Act as a Freeloading Gambler that Stirs Things Up in a Big Way.

Madvig: "He's practically given me the key to his house." Beaumont: "Yeah? A glass key. Look out it don't break off in your hand."

Film-Buffs Must See Both Versions for the Full-Monty.

Stark cinematography, crisp story-telling and quirky humor make this a ground-breaking film, showing later film noir creators the basics.

The classic Dashiell Hammitt story gets a unique treatment. The still, anticipatory mood punctuated with abrupt, staccato dialogue is an inspired match for George Raft, playing perfectly to his strengths. Like Raft the film is stylish, watchful and reticent. He doesn't have to fake a thing. Edward Arnold is at his best as Paul Madvig in the center of the drama.

As for plot, the ne're-do-well son of a senator is found dead in the gutter, and all the "evidence" points to his girlfriend's father, Madvig, a political boss in town. Arch-enemy Shad O'Rory (Robert Gleckler) pulls out all the stops to bring him down while Madvig's right-hand man Ed Beaumont (Raft) goes through hell to prove his innocence.

In one torturous sequence, Raft never speaks a word while being abused (not to mention mocked), and that silence is visually compelling. There is a delicious use of stark shadows throughout. Instead of a bombastic soundtrack we get subtle use of organic sound. A key scene of violence is underscored marvelously by a swinging light fixture and a solo rendering of "Walkin' the Floor" echoing up the stairs.

Pig-eyed Guinn Williams is somehow both comic and brutal as Shad's hired thug. Charles Richman is everything a senator should be. Claire Dodd is the passionate sister of the murder victim, and Rosalind Culli makes a watery Miss Madvig.

It is entertaining to see a very young Ray Milland in the brief role as the murder victim. And then there's Ann Sheridan, memorable in only one scene as one tough nurse.

This does not have elements that became stereotypical in the more fully developed film noir - such as the femme fatale and overt lustiness, which were in the popular Alan Ladd remake of this story. This version does hedge on some violent elements and is a little too simplistic in others, leaving some plot points unclear at first. But the its consistent sense of its own style and sense of reality with the more believable cast let this first version stand on its own.