Sensation Hunters

Doris Merrick lives at home and has a job at a defense plant. She wants more, and falls for Robert Lowery. He looks like a big roller at a local club and she falls hard. When he disappears, she goes out with trumpeter Eddie Quillan who tries to impress her. They wind up in jail. Her father bails her out, gives her a suitcase with her clothes and tells her not to come back. She goes to work at the club, and various hard-up relatives come by for money -- she has a lot of crumpled-up $5 bills.

It's a cheap, tawdry Monogram picture, but director Christy Cabanne makes that work in this story of the downfall of a girl, who wanted more and settled for cash. I've been looking at a lot of Japanese movies set in the same, tawdry world, shomin-gekki about poor people in a tough world, and it fits right into that sort of genre. The difference is that in Japan, it was an A genre, with major stars; in the US, with minor actors and actresses, it's set in a world where the big movies are all film noir. Here, it's a cheap and tawdry genre with the directors fallen from once-haughty levels.... and it all works.

Unpredictable little character drama from Monogram. Doris (Merrick) is an innocent young woman from a mean-spirited family, so we begin by rooting for her and her situation. Looking to get away from family, she meets handsome Danny (Lowery). He's an apparent rover with a mysterious past and no apparent job. Trouble is she's beguiled by him even though he comes and goes like the wind. So she takes a job at a shady nightclub he frequents hoping he'll return. Meanwhile, she puts off her old bandleader boyfriend Ray (Quillan), and the more rooted life he offers. Thus, what will happen to her now that she's entered a new, darker world with unknown connections.

The story's told in flashback from an abruptly mysterious opening, while the ending is also abrupt casting a cloud over the conventional happy ending. A distinctive difference in the narrative is the threads we're left to fill in-- such as the relationship between shady Lou (Paiva) and Danny, or even how Danny supports himself. I think this realistic murk tells much of the story from Doris's limited pov rather than sloppy scripting or editing.

Actress Merrick's excellent in her sympathetic role without getting sappy, while Lowery certainly looks the slickster part even if he more or less walks through his role. I did, however, get the several blondes mixed up at times. And get a load of the 40's fashions with their gunboat hats. Still, I wish the nightclub dancing had included some lively jitterbug instead of the stately ballroom stuff. Note too, that no mention is made of the war even though its 1945 and no servicemen are seen among the eligible guys.

Anyway, in my little book, the 60-minute flick is almost a sleeper with a number of unusual touches. And, oh yes, if you're invited to Doris's bilious family for dinner, Don't Go!

The plot and characters hold your attention with suspense and an ending that you hope you're wrong about. Probably too melodramatic for some tastes, but for others it's nice to see something from that era without the over-the-top silliness that (all due respect) they considered "comic relief."

For being a B-feature, this is actually a very clever and sophisticated noir, although it deals entirely with the night club rabble. Julie has a terrible family with a cruel unnatural bully for a father and a brother who drinks, so naturally she isn't very happy there. Her boy-friend plays the trumpet and has some great expectations but gets mixed up with racketeers and loses all his money on dice, which joint gets rounded up by the police, and he is put in prison for 30 days. Her father throws her out, seeing she has hit the downhill road to perdition. She still makes the best of it as a dancer and singer but is seduced by a good-for-nothing who occasionally leaves town to get away from his creditors, who are not funny. Her boy-friend with the trumpet eventually turns up again with a band and is a success, she has an opportunity here, but that other guy spoils it. It's a bleak noir of no hope, and when the curtain falls you know it's the end of the show. There are similarities and styles recalling the hand of Ulmer, but this is no Ulmer film. The "Club Havana" by him of the same year was also a noir with revolver shots but so much more efficient all filmed in five days and depicting life of one night, while this is more drawn out, the time period is extensive, there is actually no end to this dwindling spiral of bad turns, while Doris Merrick, like a lower class Joan Fontaine, makes an indefatigable good impression and always tries to make good, which in the end was of no avail.

This picture exhibits the same strain of pessimistic fatalism that underpins Edgar Ulmer's "Detour." Robert Lowery's blase demeanor is perfect for the role of the blue ribbon heel, Isabel Jewell is on hand to do her reliable turn as the cynical doxie, and there are a couple of lively tap numbers thrown in for good measure during a night club sequence.

The hopeless moodiness of a factory town cabaret is effectively established throughout.

Pair it with "Detour" and you'll have the perfect downbeat double bill, provided you accompany it with a steady stream of Chesterfield cigarette smoke, and a couple of quickly downed "side-cars." Good job Monogram.