The Phantom Broadcast

The idea behind "The Phantom Broadcast" is very good...merging the classic story of Cyrano with a modern murder mystery. However, I can pretty much guarantee that folks won't love the end result...and I was left thinking it SHOULD have been a lot better.

Norman Wilder (Ralph Forbes) has a gorgeous voice and his songs are adored by millions over the radio. But what few realize is that Wilder is ashamed of his severely hunchbacked body and uses a proxy to pretend to sing his tunes. So, he plays the piano as his dummy moves his lips and pretends to sing. Sadly, however, this 'dummy' is incredibly foolish and soon begins to believe that he's god's gift to women and he even begins mistreating Norman...even though Norman is his meal ticket.

In addition to treating Norman like dirt, this puppet uses his fame to chase women...lots and lots of them. And it's because of this that he eventually gets himself killed. At this point, the story goes off the rails, so to speak. What had been a very good story suddenly began making less and less sense...leading to a finale much like that in "Cyrano de Bergerac".

With a slight re-write, this Monogram film could have actually been very good and quite memorable. But the behaviors of Norman AFTER his proxy was killed...well they really didn't make a ton of sense. Worth seeing as a time-passer and not much more.

Back in the thirties, every studio had its own distinctive style...there were star-studded epics like "Gone With the Wind" at MGM, breezy comedies like the Hope-Crosby "Road" movies at Paramount and gangster films with the likes of Bogart and Cagney at Warner Bros. Then there were the Poverty Row studios, principally Monogram and PRC, where "quickies" were churned out on five day schedules. So it's no wonder that while Monogram's "The Phantom Broadcast" is entertaining, it's also confusing. The premise is that piano player Norman Wilder, a hunchback, is the behind-the-scenes voice for a murdered radio crooner. There are a few obvious questions like why no one notices that while the crooner is performing, his pianist is simultaneously singing up a storm. Or how a few characters enter someone's apartment then apparently forget that it's not their own home. Someone at the studio may have noticed that lapse but was told Monogram's policy...no retakes. Still, "The Phantom Broadcast" is fun. And you can't say that about quite a few movies from the major studios.

I LOVED this film (I saw it on a VHS from Sinister Cinema) and was particularly moved by Ralph Forbes' performance in the lead role of the "hunchback," who (in an eerie foreshadowing of the Milli Vanilli scandal) provides the actual voice for a handsome but non-singing radio star. Forbes achieves the pathos of Lon Chaney, Sr.'s performances in similar roles (he actually worked with Chaney on the 1926 MGM film "Mr. Wu") and it's a real pity Forbes spent most of his career playing silly-ass Englishmen in supporting roles. "Phantom Broadcast" is also noteworthy for its daringly amoral ending (the sort of thing Hollywood only could get away with in the so-called "pre-Code" period of the early 1930's) and as proof that Philip Rosen, who made some of the God-awfullest movies ever made for the later Monogram in the 1940's, had at least two genuinely great films in him (this one and 1934's "Dangerous Corner"). Also, the actual singing voice heard on the soundtrack sounds so much like Russ Columbo's I suspect it IS Columbo on demo records recorded for a music publisher — anyone out there know more about who the REAL phantom singer was?

The premise is interesting but really stretches the imagination. The story involves a deformed man who becomes the voice for a 1930's style crooner. The two of them have a symbiotic relationship; they need each other. However, the crooner needs the manager/songster much more because without him, he is nothing. The fact that no one ever gets wise is the first flaw. It's just too much. The second is that the abused man continues to function in the face of all the nasty remarks and putdowns. Enter a beautiful young woman singer who is seeking a manager and has great sympathy for the deformed man. A murder is committed and everyone clams up. So many of these movies depend on someone refusing to talk, even when they have nothing to lose. When a murder is committed, the accused acts in a totally irrational way, thinking a young woman is going to be blamed. But there is no reason to do this. He has a witness and she has no motive. Anyway, it's not very tight, and while it has its moments, it kind of fizzles.

Ralph Forbes may have given his best screen performance in The Phantom Broadcast. Unfortunately it was for poverty row studio Monogram and I venture to say a lot of people even back in 1933 probably never got to appreciate it. If they did see The Phantom Broadcast they could not have missed the resemblance to Cyrano De Bergerac.

Forbes plays a brilliant pianist, singer, and teacher who unfortunately is a hunchback. In the quiet of the sound proof broadcast station he's hit upon a scheme where handsome Arnold Grey appears at the microphone and mouths the words to Forbes's voice.

But Grey as the Christian of the piece is not as noble a character as Christian. He's a womanizing playboy and his fooling around with gangster's moll Vivienne Osborne has not gone unnoticed by some bad people.

Eager young hopeful Gail Patrick enters the picture and she interests both Forbes and Grey in different ways, maybe the same way, but Cyrano Forbes won't say and he's also determined that Grey will not trod here.

The Phantom Broadcast is an interesting idea that should have been tried by one of the big studios. It's highly melodramatic and probably too old fashioned for today's tastes. Still Ralph Forbes is brilliant.