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This was quite enjoyable on a few levels. The lead actors in general has good strong performances, with Kay Francis having a few bad scenes. I blame the director for choosing those because other scene with her were totally believable. At first the story seemed a little confusing but quickly was understandable. A couple favorite scenes of mine were where William Powell finishes talking to Kay Francis and then walks out. Most films of the time would have cut the moment he walked out, but the camera kept rolling and we saw Francis slump down in dispare. The other favorite was the top down card scene towards the end. Overall, I would mainly recommend this to fans of the Thin Man series or other serious "black and white fans." It's definitely a hidden gem.

William Powell is on the "Street of Chance" in this 1930 film also starring Kay Francis, Jean Arthur, and Regis Toomey.

I will admit right off that I did not recognize either Arthur or Toomey in this film.

Powell plays "Natural" Davis, a character modeled on the famed gambler Arnold Rothstein. The film portrays a couple of incidents in Rothstein's life, but in my opinion, the character is very loosely based on Rothstein.

Natural Davis is a professional gambler, and as a result, his wife Alma (Kay Francis) is divorcing him. He begs her to stay with him, eventually promising her that he will not only quit gambling, but go away with her on an extended trip..

When is brother Babe (Toomey) comes to town, Natural learns that his wedding gift of $10,000 has been spent gambling. Babe is a big winner and now has $50,000. He's in New York to gamble for $100,000 more so he can buy into a partnership.

Let me pause for a minute. The amounts of money these people are talking about are unbelievable. In 1930, $100,000 was 1,611,946.11 in today's money! Usually in films people are robbing banks for $5,000 or trying to get $50 from someone.

To continue - Natural does not want his brother to pursue the life of a gambler, so he's determined to make sure Babe is cleaned out. He arranges for his associates to help him, joining Babe in a game. It doesn't quite work out as he hoped. In a bind, he has to break his promise to Alma temporarily, but she doesn't buy it.

Powell is natural and very effective, and the film moves quickly, with people picking up their dialogue cues. Often in early talkies, actors were still adjusting to sound. As a result you get pauses between lines of dialogue, and, because of stage training, big gestures and loud voices. Powell has none of this. He's tough yet elegant and sympathetic yet ruthless.

Francis doesn't have much to do as Natural's suffering wife, but she's very good. The rest of the acting is fine, but you could have knocked me over with a feather when I learned that Babe was Regis Toomey and his wife was Jean Arthur! Arthur had none of the characteristics she later developed. Here, she's pure ingenue.

One of the most interesting things about these precode films is that because there is no Hayes code, the ending is not predictable as it is in many later films. The end of this kind of surprised me.

... with "The Czar of Broadway" being a different film made in the same year loosely based on the famous gambler's life.

John Marsden (William Powell) is a big time professional gambler who goes by the name "Natural Davis" when gambling. He has an office where he is supposed to be buying and selling bonds that acts as a front. John has a baby brother "Babe" (Regis Toomey) who lives on the west coast and who has very recently married Judith (Jean Arthur). They have come to New York City on their honeymoon. What Judith doesn't know is that Babe has run up John's wedding gift to them of ten thousand dollars to fifty thousand dollars by gambling and intends to continue gambling in New York to get the 150K that he needs to buy into the partnership of a firm. At the same time, John's wife Alma (Kay Francis) has served him with divorce papers after a six month separation, and she will not consider reconciling unless John retires as a professional gambler and leaves town with her.

John agrees to stop gambling and leave town with his wife, but shortly thereafter finds out that his brother is getting way in over his head gambling with the kinds of hoods who work along Broadway, and he's put in the position of either having to stop his brother and save him from the path he's been on all of these years, or have one last chance with his wife. Complications ensue.

William Powell played villains through 1928 at Paramount as his looks - if you knew nothing about his voice - allow him to look rather menacing. This was one of those films in which he was playing a bigger role than the types he had in the silent era, yet he is still playing a rather dark character. In spite of some of his more dastardly deeds, though, he is a relatable and even sympathetic protagonist.

I wish this film was better known, and I'd recommend this one. It has plenty of atmosphere - it's almost noirish in style and substance rather than a precode - and it is a good showcase for the talent of the main players, although Jean Arthur is almost unrecognizable here.

New York businessman William Powell (as John "Jack" B. Marsden) is really the city's notorious underworld gambler "Natural Davis" (modeled after the infamous Arnold Rothstein). While very successful at what he does (due to playing the percentages), Mr. Powell wants to get out of the racket. He has received a separation summons from model-ish posing Kay Francis (as Alma), who is tired of being the stay-at-home gambler's wife. Powell is also feeling some remorse about having a lowly compatriot (Brooks Benedict) shot dead. He prides himself on being honest, and will kill those who don't play by the rules. Nobody welches.

Powell promises Ms. Francis he will give up gambling, and they plan a second honeymoon.

Then, Powell's similarly gambling-addicted kid brother Regis Toomey (as Alan "Babe" Marsden) arrives from San Francisco. Newly married to Jean Arthur (as Judith), he is in New York to gamble Powell's cash wedding gift into bigger bucks - and he wants to do it in the company of the legendary "Natural Davis" (not knowing "Natural" is his brother). This is, of course, an eyebrow-raising plot development, since Mr. Toomey should probably be thinking he will lose his shirt in such a match-up - so, let's just call him overconfident. Well, Powell concocts a plan to quit gambling, re-gain his wife, and cure his brother's gambling itch...

"Street of Chance" is a typically spotty production for the times, but it does contain some great-looking moments, courtesy of director John Cromwell and photographer Charles Lang. Howard Estabrook received an "Academy Award" nomination for cleverly white-washing this story of a real life gambler; he uses natural dialogue - answering "Good morning" with "What's good about it?" And, quotes from popular songs (like "Button Up Your Overcoat)" certainly ticked some fancy. Powell is a commanding lead, and the incidental characters are colorful; as "Tony" the one-armed newspaper salesman, John Risso is most memorable.

******* Street of Chance (2/3/30) John Cromwell ~ William Powell, Kay Francis, Regis Toomey, Jean Arthur

When, many moons ago, I interviewed director John Cromwell for an article I was preparing on the first big gangster-film star of the late Twenties/early Thirties, George Bancroft, I mentioned STREET OF CHANCE (Paramount; 1930) to him as an aside, it not containing Bancroft. His initial response was to confuse its genesis with gambler Nicky Arnstein, who, if I recall correctly, was married to Fannie Brice; but upon my putting forth Arnold Rothstein as the more likely source, he agreed. Arnstein was a gambler and apparent scoundrel; Rothstein also a gambler albeit far more notorious, infamously credited with having fixed a baseball World Series; his shooting death in 1928 was never solved. In STREET OF CHANCE, the shooting of the William Powell gambler is implied without being shown; his dying words, given in an ambulance rushing him to a hospital in response to an attendant's bet that he'll live, signals the film's final fadeout, these being, "You lose." When I complimented the director on this powerful, yet understated finale, he modestly responded something like, "Well, that's the kind of thing we were trying to do then." If, as John implied, such creativity was the order of the day, I've seen scant examples worthy of this one! Paramount remade the film in 1937 as HER HUSBAND LIES, starring Ricardo Cortez as the ill-fated gambler. A good little film, but lacking the tour-de-force quality engendered by the original which, sad to say, is a virtually forgotten motion picture.

Regards, Ray Cabana, Jr.