Sa dernière foulée

Since Mr. Deeds Goes To Town and Broadway Bill were owned by Columbia Pictures, I'm figuring that Harry Cohn thought he could do just about anything he wanted with those two Frank Capra classics. But it might have been nice if Capra and authors Clarence Buddington Kelland and Damon Runyon got some kind of acknowledgment in the credits for The Return Of October. Elements of both films are combined in the plot of The Return Of October.

Young Terry Moore has grown up around racetracks being raised by her uncle Willie played by James Gleason who is a track character. All his life he's wanted like millions of other owners to own and train a Kentucky Derby winner. But he dies before he accomplishes the goal.

Ms. Moore goes to live with her rich aunt Dame May Witty in what was her farewell screen role, but can't keep away from the track. With the help of Deeds like psychology professor Glenn Ford she buys a race horse who with certain mannerisms and incidents Moore thinks is James Gleason returned.

Ford's got those publish or perish problems that university professors perennially have and he hits upon the idea of publishing a paper on Terry Moore's obsession about the horse being her reincarnated uncle. In this he's unwittingly used like Jean Arthur's articles to bring Gary Cooper down by some unscrupulous relatives of Moore and Witty when Witty passes away.

If you've seen Mr. Deeds Goes To Town and Broadway Bill you know exactly where this whole story is going and how it will end.

The Return Of October does not come anywhere near being the classic that either of those films does. It still is an enjoyable fantasy with a lot of very good players penciled into parts that fit them well. I'm only sorry the story called for James Gleason to die so soon because he's always fun.

One of the great Hollywood stories that Frank Capra told was how Harry Cohn had stuck Capra's name on another film from Columbia to boost it in overseas markets. This caused Capra to leave Columbia when his contract was up, but the real upshot of that story was that Cohn would not even see that he did anything wrong.

Bearing that in mind it certainly is easy to see how Cohn could take two Capra classics and rework them and not give Capra nor two distinguished authors any credit at all.

The film was shot at Santa Anita racetrack with some establishing shots of Churchill Downs for the climax.

The Return Of October is no classic, but a pleasant piece of entertainment in any event.

I think it is interesting to know, and most people don't, but this was the first movie using real jockeys in the horse-racing scenes. My father was one of those jockeys, James Cassity. I have never seen this movie. If anyone knows how I can get a DVD of this I would greatly appreciate it. A lot of the horse-racing movies from this era were campy and by todays standards, the acting is probably quite lacking, especially because a lot of the information about the racetrack was not accurate; this is one of the reasons that I would love to be able to see this movie. Not only because my father was in it, but to see just how accurate they were in portraying the the racetrack portions of it.

Despite it's innocuous title, 'The Return of October' was definitely a joker in the pack of the career of Joseph H. Lewis.

Columbia had seen fit to lavish a handsome Technicolor production on this innocuous piece of whimsy, which although often erroneously described as a fantasy owes more to the thirties comedies of Frank Capra and more recent productions like 'Miracle on 34th Street'; complete with a concluding courtroom scene on behalf of a ghoulish trio of in-laws set on proving the heroine - who as played by Terry Moore probably owes much to Katherine Hepburn in 'Bringing Up Baby in being similarly oblivious to the havoc she wreaks - delusional and thus mentally incompetent to inherit Aunt Martha's fortune.

I am very surprised by the reviews for "The Return of October", as they are mostly positive. None of them really say that it's a bad movie...and i sure feel it really is pretty bad and embarrassing to watch!

Terry (Terry Moore) is a young woman being raised by her uncle who loves horses and horse racing. The old guy is pretty sick, however, and soon dies. As for Terry, she soon sees a horse at an auction and almost immediately assumes it's her uncle....reincarnated as a horse!

Now this is NOT the only strange things about Terry. When she meets up with Professor Bassett (Glenn Ford), their 'meet cute' is pretty awful...with Terry accusing him of stealing $5 from her and calling a cop on him AND getting him a speeding ticket...both of which are HER fault. In fact, every time he's around Terry, the poor Professor ends up having his life disrupted...including getting him to buy that race horse. She promises to repay him but can't...and to recoup the university's money he spent on the 'uncle', the university agrees to not fire him IF he writes a paper about this kooky young woman. What no one knows is that Terry's extended family are crooks and they're going to use her delusion to have her institutionalized.

This film makes "Mr. Ed" seem like an episode of "Masterpiece Theatre"! Why? Well, the film is so frequently kooky and utterly ridiculous by comparison. I just cannot believe the folks in the movie could do this without feeling a LOT of embarrassment.

Now I am NOT saying this story might not have been able to work. Heck, I enjoy the Francis the Talking Mule movies...and they are pretty silly. But the writing for Moore's character, in particular, makes her seem less kooky and cute and more just annoying and obnoxious. Her delivery throughout the story sure didn't help either. Overall, a film just too silly for me to take seriously in any way...and one of Glenn Ford's films I am pretty sure he regretted making. How could he be proud of this...and, especially, his courtroom theatrics towards the end of the movie!

Pleasing piece of yesteryear, a whimsical, contrived, and often extremely silly comedy from (of all people) director Joseph H. Lewis. Terry Moore is brash and appealing playing a headstrong, stubborn eighteen-year old girl facing a sanity hearing after her boyfriend, a campus psychologist, publishes a paper detailing her 'delusional' belief that a racehorse named October is her beloved deceased uncle come back to life; her relatives, greedy sorts who have been cut out of the last will of the lass's eccentric aunt, hope to put the kid away, but all she really wants is to race the horse in the Kentucky Derby! Typically overstuffed screenplay by Norman Panama and Melvin Frank has lots of lickety-split talk, a courtroom sequence played at breakneck speed, but much affection for its characters as well. Moore, with her red hair, wide eyes and fashionable jodhpurs, looks like Nicole Kidman's sassy kid sister; she often struggles with her reactions, and she's so alert that at times she appears to be staring blankly, however she acquits herself nicely with this role, and her romantic scenes with Glenn Ford are sweetly screwball. The big race finale isn't given the same care as the rest of the picture (it's pushed along and then cut a bit short), but then this isn't a teary, sentimental piece and the sub-plots are neatly tied up. Good fun! **1/2 from ****