Mulher Infiel

Not quite 'The Crowd' to be frank, but a very worthy, suitably downbeat and constantly entertaining depiction of conditions in Depression America. Bankhead is the spoiled heiress who goes broke, and not very graciously at that, reunites with her old beau, Montgomery the sausage manufacturer, and learns valuable lessons walking the streets to buy medicine for him when he is recovering from a vicious attack by truck-drivers when he was trying out as a scab. So, pretty down-to-earth stuff this, right? But of course, MGM being MGM, even in these daring Pre-Code days, and Tallulah being Tallulah, the first third of the film is packed with state of the art glamor and a little too self-absorbed and complacent to blend in well with the rest of the film.

Miss Bankhead slouches through the various modes of the film, very much in a one size fits all kind of characterization, but she says her lines well and growls her 'dahlings' to every heart's content. You don't quite believe her heart is in it when she quotes the percentage of streetwalkers claiming they all had "good reason". Robert Montgomery is the real treat as the eternal optimist who just cannot be held down for long. He is wonderful and has an authentic vulnerability. The best scene, though, is Tallulah's in collaboration with the director. Exasperated at the sight of her ailing husband lying there in bed Tallulah quickly dresses to go out. The sympathetic landlady asks her where she's going. "To the drugstore". Landlady: "You look a little ... pale". So she obviously guesses Tallulah's about to prostitute herself and helps her apply her alluring makeup in her own understated way. By the way, it's a remarkable film.

Faithless is a 1932 weepie that casts Tallulah Bankhead as a carefree rich girl in love with hard-working advertising man, Robert Montgomery. It's her last Hollywood starring role for more than a decade.

Bankhead is great as she goes from playgirl to kept girl to street walker. Montgomery also goes bust and gets sick. There is a happy ending.

Hugh Herbert plays a nasty, noncomic part, Louise Closser Hale plays the landlady, Anna Appel is another landlady, Virginia Howell plays Herbert's jealous wife, Maurice Murphy (just dreadful) plays the younger brother,Henry Kolker is a banker, and Sterling Holloway is a photographer.

This is probably Bankhead's best 30s performance on film.... She is glamorous, slinky, funny, and pathetic all at once. Her drunk scene with Hugh Herbert is excellent as she laughs her throaty laugh even though she is lost and knows it. Montgomery us looser than usual. Herbert is surprisingly effective as the cad. And Hale is hilarious as the cheap landlady. This was the seventh of Bankhead's early talkies and her last til Lifeboat; she had also made 5 silent films.

FAITHLESS is neither a great classic nor an artistic masterpiece nor even a very original story. In simple, straightforward fashion it tracks the downfall of a spoiled heiress (Tallulah Bankhead) ruined by the Depression who struggles between love for an ad executive (Robert Montgomery) and addiction to the high life which she can no longer afford. For a while she manages to sponge off old friends from her social circle but is rejected when it becomes clear to them that she is hopelessly broke. And down and down she goes. Her personal fate parallels that of the economy – from the hedonistic roaring 20's to the sober, desperate 30's. The movie even opens with a series of newspaper headlines tracking the progress of the economic downturn from late '29 until '32 when this plot goes into action.

The chief attraction is Bankhead, who made few films, most of them abysmal. This was one of the good ones. She is coiffed and made up to look like Garbo in GRAND HOTEL. The result is certainly striking from the neck up, though she looks a bit dumpy and ill-at-ease in some of Adrian's more extravagant gowns. No matter. With her distinctive voice, vivid personality, physical agility and polished theatrical diction, she never fails to delight or at least intrigue the viewer and this scenario gives her opportunities to explore a wide range of emotional states. There is nothing original about the fallen woman story, but Tallulah is a true original. She is in particularly fine form delivering witty banter, as in a scene in which she converses with Montgomery's brother (Maurice Murphy), who introduces himself as a metallurgist ("What kind of metal do you urge?") Lines like that roll off Bankhead's tongue with effortless aplomb. Montgomery is his usual spiffy self, delivering a competent, honest performance.

The strains of "St. Louis Blues" rise from the soundtrack as Bankhead contemplates prostitution as a way to get money. That melody was so often used as cinematic code for "prostitute" that someone should take a count.

For most of the 1930s MGM scarcely noticed there was a Depression going on, suffocating its films in production values and stars. But this fairly ludicrous soap opera starts Tallulah Bankhead out in Art Deco trappings and flouncy evening gowns and sends her down, down, down the social ladder, from high-priced mistress to woman of the streets. It's all for the love of Robert Montgomery, on a less precipitous but still steep downward path (he starts out as a $20,000-a-year ad man, a fortune in 1932, and becomes an unfortunate scab truck driver). Tallulah gets to laugh her throaty laugh and break mirrors and throw tantrums, but you see why she didn't become a movie star: It's not an expressive movie face, and the voice, fascinating as it is, hasn't much variety. Plus, this sort of part was so familiar -- think Ruth Chatterton, Kay Francis, Constance Bennett -- that one suspects audiences tired of it. Despite the ridiculous plot conveniences and unconvincing happy ending, it's a frank film coming from this studio, and the dialog has moments of sharpness. Hugh Herbert is good in an Edward Arnold kind of role, and Tallulah's something to see and hear, even if another throaty laugh or "dahling" is always just around the corner.

A chance to see Tallulah Bankhead at the prime of her career is never to be passed up. Faithless provides her with a better vehicle than The Devil And The Deep which she did over at Paramount the same year.

MGM provided her with Robert Montgomery as a leading man and she and he just can't get together and their backgrounds make them unsuitable for poverty. Which in 1929 both enter. She loses her millions and of course she blames mismanagement. Many people who got out of the market before the Stock Market Crash kept their fortunes, many more who thought the market would stay bullish regretted that choice. Up to a point Tallulah is right in blaming her financial advisers, but up to then she also never cared just as long as she had it to spend.

Montgomery too is affected. His advertising firm goes under and he loses his job. With both starting equal you think that they can be married now. But neither wants to live modestly, her far more than him. Like former nobility in Europe she trades in on her society name and becomes a permanent house guest for hire for a while. It's there she meets up with Hugh Herbert.

Now he's the biggest revelation in the film. Herbert was capable of so many things more than what you see in those Warner Brothers musicals and that incessant 'woo woo'. Here he's a deadly serious rake who after his wife throws Tallulah out as a party guest because she's tired of her leeching, Herbert's quite willing to make her a mistress.

White collar Montgomery also sees a more earthy side of life. MGM brings up some working class issues that you would normally find Warner Brothers doing.

Both Tallulah and Montgomery acquit themselves well in a film that should be better known and seen more.