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Gotta admit it, no studio was as good at making crime movies as Warner Brothers during the 1930's. With Cagney, Bogie, and, here, John Garfield, there were fewer actors at any one studio who were as good at being bad. And that's what makes "East of the River" so watchable. The performances help to turn what's basically a routine crime drama into a watchable, second-string noir treasure.

As to the basic plot, that's been done again and again in endless variations. Warners even used it at least a half a dozen times. Boyhood best friends/brothers get into some sort of juvenile scrape. One goes "good," the other "bad." Both meet years later and thereby hangs the tale. However, when the boys are played by Garfield and popular 30's second-lead William Lundigan and the girl they both love by Brenda (Mrs. William Holden) Marshall, the good performances that result raise the story above the standard clichés. Almost as good, albeit with a lot of stock "Italian" mannerisms ("You a good-a boy!"), is Marjorie Rambeau as the boys' mother. Rambeau was one of those actresses who could shine in a broom closet, playing either the star's mother or a world-weary chippie (Catch her her in 1931's "The Secret Six" sometime) with equal finesse, transcending whatever stereotyped qualities may have been in the script. Also excellent are old Warners standby George Tobias as an excitable "Italian" waiter, Douglas Fowley as a particularly despicable heavy, and Moroni Olsen playing yet another of the authority figure roles he always did so well.

Okay, "East of the River" may not be in the same league with "Little Caesar," "The Public Enemy," "Angels with Dirty Faces," or even "You Can't Get Away with Murder." What it IS, though, is an excellent little (75 minutes) crime melodrama of the old school that is definitely worth a look.

A disappointing screenplay hurt my full enjoyment of seeing John Garfield, one of my favorite actors. He behaves badly most of the time, so I found it hard to accept his rather sudden transformation into a self-sacrificing angel because his mother (Marjorie Rambeau) lectures him. He hadn't listened to her before, so why did he start? Similarly, Brenda Marshall, who we hear at the start was forging signatures on checks, is also transformed after she gets the taste of family life with Rambeau and falls in love with Garfield's adopted brother, William Lundigan. These plot elements didn't ring true. But worse, the final behavior of the revenge-seeking gangsters, led by Douglas Fowley, was too stupid to be believed, although it did create some suspense.

The acting wasn't too bad. I got used to the thick (but understandable) Italian accents of both Rambeau and George Tobias, both of whom were very good. So is the child actor, Joe Conti, who plays Garfield as a boy. The rest of the cast did what they could with the material, but the film must have been very heavily edited. As one who is interested in credits, I noticed that Charley Foy never appeared, and both Robert Homans and Jimmy O'Gatty are barely seen and have non-speaking roles. All three get onscreen credit, while other actors with large speaking parts are uncredited. The three must have had good agents.

In this hammy melodrama from Warner Brothers and director Alfred E. Green, Italian immigrant "Mama" Teresa Lorenzo (Marjorie Rambeau) struggles to raise her son Joe on her own. Despite the hardship, she even agrees to adopt Joe's orphaned, homeless friend Nick. As the boys grow into men, Nick (William Lundigan) stays on the straight and narrow, graduating from college. Meanwhile, Joe (John Garfield) has fallen into a life of crime, which he keeps secret from Mama. When Joe returns home with new girlfriend Laurie (Brenda Marshall), the stage is set for conflict as Nick falls for the gal, too.

This is yet another substandard film that Garfield had to endure, and this one is further hampered by some bad acting and a cliche script. Rambeau is just terrible as the stereotypical "Mama", sporting one of the most exaggerated phony accents ever committed to celluloid. George Tobias, too,lays it on thick, but one expects that of his generally boisterous performances. Marshall makes for a bland leading lady, and I had a hard time figuring out why both guys went crazy over her.

East Of The River is your typical Warner Brothers urban drama which that studio had down as a formula. Though the plot might not be recognizable at first, it's taken from The Charge Of The Light Brigade where Olivia DeHavilland switches her affections from Errol Flynn to younger brother Patric Knowles. More than any other major studio, Warner Brothers was big on recycling stories if they worked.

The two brothers are John Garfield and William Lundigan. As no one would believe these two are blood kin, there is a prologue where the orphan who grows up to be Lundigan is placed in the care of Marjorie Rambeau the Italian immigrant mother and she raises him as her own. Lundigan turns out to be a real straight arrow, college degree and all. Garfield however continues in his hoodlum from childhood and he's just getting out of prison on the West Coast when he goes east to see Lundigan graduate from college and he takes his moll Brenda Marshall with him.

Garfield also has a score to settle with Douglas Fowley and Jack LaRue who framed him into the joint though the film ain't real clear on how they did it. The fact he's losing Marshall to Lundigan cramps his style though.

Of course it all works out in the end and East Of The River doesn't exactly break any new ground. James Cagney passed on this one, he'd done it all before and Garfield was only in his third year at Warner Brothers.

Both Marjorie Rambeau and George Tobias played all kinds of ethnic characters in their careers and they do well in their silver screen Italian parts. Marshall does well also as the girl reaching for something a lot better than Garfield can give her.

John Garfield's most devoted fans won't rate East Of The River as one of his top performances, but the film does showcase Garfield at his urban best.

East of the River (1940)

** 1/2 (out of 4)

Predictable Warner film tells the story of two friends who go different ways in life. One becomes a good guy while the other, played by John Garfield, can't seem to stay out of trouble. We've seen this story countless times so I'm going to guess Warner just used one of their old screenplays to give Garfield something to shine in. We've seen this story in countless gang pictures from the studio so if you've seen at least one of them then this film won't offer you anything new. As usual, Garfield is given a boring screenplay but he makes the film watchable due to his great performance. He's very strong in the film and allows us to feel sorry for him as well.