My Son Is Guilty

Police Officer Tim Kerry (Harry Carey) is a great cop...but he has a huge achilles heel...his son, Ritzy (Bruce Cabot). Ritzy is just no darn good and has just gotten out of prison but Tim thinks his son has seen the light and has changed. In fact, Tim helps Ritzy get a job...a job which he wants so he can help his gang with a robbery! About the only one who can see right through Ritzy is Barney (Glenn Ford)...a childhood acquaintance who knows he'll never change.

The acting is pretty good in this one though the film itself is yet another formulaic B-movie from Columbia. This doesn't mean it's bad...but it's also not particularly good because it's all pretty predictable. One of the few surprises is seeing Glenn Ford in one of his earliest roles (despite one reviewer saying it's Ford's first film, it isn't). The other is the message that cops sometimes just have to ignore civil rights and beat the truth out of suspects!! A decent time-passer that seems to promote occasional police brutality and not a lot more.

We know pretty much know from the beginning of this film where it will wind up, since the Hayes code demanded that anyone who kills an innocent victim has to pay the ultimate price. However, there are a few turns and detours along the way that make the movie watchable.

Harry Carey is perfect as a beat cop, who sometimes performs the duty of a full detective (one of the drawback of the film). Bruce Cabot of King Kong fame goes against type as the cop's son who cannot escape his desire to be a big shot. The most interesting part of the film is watching the development of Glenn Ford in a supporting role as an old friend of the son and a rival for the usual love interest in all of these types of films.

There really is not much new here, but this is only one of two films I have ever seen where a father and son come to a very bad end; the other was Taras Bulba.

I don't think that My Son Is Guilty would have been in any Oscar contention had it been released intact. But the editing department thoroughly butchered this film into incoherency. My Son Is Guilty was also Glenn Ford's debut film for Columbia Pictures, but fortunately for his career he wasn't the star.

Harry Carey stars in this film as your kindly neighborhood Irish cop in Hell's Kitchen in Manhattan. His bad seed of a son Bruce Cabot is getting out of jail after a 2 year rap.

Carey thinks a little kindness will reform him. But Cabot's got no such notions of turning straight. But he does let his father use his influence to get him a job in the police radio room where at a propitious moment the radios go bad when a gang Cabot is working with pull a large payroll holdup where a cop is killed.

Glenn Ford plays a friend from the neighborhood and rival to Cabot for Julie Bishop. Later on Cabot kills Glenn Ford's mother when she recognizes the fugitive.

The idea of any police department employing Cabot with a rapsheet in a police command center really boggles the mind. I was speechless at the mere concept.

My Son Is Guilty was also the first time that Glenn Ford worked with Edgar Buchanan whom he became great friends with and always tried to use in his films. Buchanan plays a bartender here.

Best performance in the film is that of Wynne Gibson as the widow of the former head of the gang Cabot works with and she's tough, smart, and beautiful. Too bad her performance was wasted in this film.

Glenn Ford made his feature film debut in Heaven With A Barbed Wire Fence the same year for 20th Century Fox. But Darryl Zanuck passed on signing him so Ford got a contract with Columbia. He'd have to work his way up in quality of pictures so My Son Is Guilty would be the start of quite a climb.

I have had fun reviewing a number of films here at IMDb and I try to stay consistent in what I look for or take note of in evaluating a picture. I find that reviewing a film adds a deeper appreciation for the film. I enjoy all motion pictures, from the finer tried and true greats and classics to lesser ones, including B-pictures like "My Son Is Guilty." I rarely bother to offer thoughts on the great films, or even most of the class-A features, as usually many --if not dozens-- of reviews have already been offered on them.

My overall enjoyment from viewing a film is what I am looking for when evaluating, or reviewing, a film. It really comes down to assigning a value as to how much I "enjoyed" the viewing. Yes, I may expect just a little more (or maybe considerably more) polish and sophistication from a big studio, high-budget picture with valued star players than I do from a smaller B-picture, but as far as enjoyment is concerned, I can get just about as much enjoyment from a B-picture as I can from an A-picture.

"My Son Is Guilty" is a good case in point. Sure, it is obvious from the production values and editing that it was made on a lower budget, but I absolutely and thoroughly enjoyed and appreciated this little film. I loved the sets and the players and the economical pacing. The story was indeed fanciful, what with Harry Carey being so singularly naive, but it is easy to get wrapped up in the program and all the disruption and reactions that the return to town of the bad son engendered. Bruce Cabot played the unredeemable son smoothly and convincingly. Seemingly many raters of this film have given it five stars, and some even fewer, but I happily give it seven because I got a lot of enjoyment from watching it.

Harry Carey is the cop on the beat in Hell's Kitchen. It's a tough neighborhood, but it's home. His son, Bruce Cabot is coming home.... from prison. Carey thinks he can help him go straight, and so does young Julie Bishop. But he's a smart guy, tempered by two years in prison, and he gets involved in a scheme to rob a payroll. He might have gotten away with it, but a cop died in the stickup, and the police have him followed.

It's an interesting thesis for a cheap Columbia second feature, with some nice fillips. Glenn Ford plays a plainclothes detective in his third movie, and there are plenty of well-remembered supporting actors, like Wynne Gibson, Don Beddoe, Bruce Bennett and Edgar Buchanan. The Nicholas Brothers have a specialty number. It's not one of their eye-popping performances, but as always, it's good to see them.

If the movie lacks something, it's a focus. Are we following Carey, Cabot, Miss Bishop, or Ford? At various times, each of them looks to be taking front and center, and then it's over to someone else. Sll, it's good to se them working, particularly Carey.