Opium

I thoroughly enjoyed this picture and I had been looking for it for a long time. It's not often a motion picture can mesh all components into a first class entertainment production. This one is so completely absorbing from start to finish that I wished it wouldn't end. It was 110 minutes well spent.

It is remarkable to note the metamorphosis in Dick Powells' career, from an effeminate tenor in "42nd Street" in the early '30's to a tough-talking, gravel-voiced film noir star, beginning in the mid '40's with "Murder, My Sweet", and "Cornered", culminating in this near-masterpiece.

Can't find fault anywhere here. The story moves along at breakneck speed, and, as mentioned in my summary, if you get up to get a snack you will lose the thread of the story, so intricate and complex is the plot. If this were a book I would say I couldn't put it down.

Whatever happened to good film-making? Movies get worse and worse, but thank God for TCM. This picture is a little outdated, but just go with it and take into consideration that it was made 60 years ago. Truly, they don't make 'em like this anymore.

Fast-paced, tautly told tale of international opium smuggling in the pre-WWII period. Despite the docu-drama format (from the files of the US Treasury Dep't, etc.), police procedure manages not to get in the way. And a crackling good story it is, with a sneaky twist ending. Anti-Drug agent Barrows (Powell) has got to unravel an elaborate drug operation that takes him around the globe. On the way, he encounters all sorts of suspicious characters and risky situations. The studio (Columbia) does a good job mimicking exotic locales to create an appropriate atmosphere for the dedicated Barrows.

So, who's the man behind the illegal operation? Well, for one thing, we know he's an agent of imperial Japan (circa,1935) since their army seeks to pacify a conquered Manchuria with loads of the deadening drug—(note: I wish the prologue stated whether this wicked scheme is actual historical fact or not). Anyhow, the premise provides employment opportunity for a host of Hollywood's shady characters, including Hoyt, Hasso, and two favorite Nazis, Triesault and Donath. So there's intrigue a-plenty.

However, I'm not sure I buy the last leg of the smuggling operation since it seems so risky, depending as it does on exact timing in a big ocean. Nonetheless, the various ruses are cleverly conceived, although at times the various in's and out's may be a little hard to follow. And you may need a scorecard to keep up with the shifting cast of characters. But that early scene of jettisoning illegal cargo is one-of-a-kind and about as cold-blooded as any film of that era.

(In passing-- a recurring theme is international cooperation in behalf of mankind, while the final shot is an optimistic one of the United Nations building. A year later, and I suspect the menace would have shifted to the Soviets with a much darker outlook.) Still and all, this is one of the best docu-dramas from a time when Hollywood appeared to be doing gratis pr work for the feds.

The idea of drug trafficking and addiction as social threats didn't emerge until the post-war years – when marijuana and heroin no longer confined themselves to urban blacks and jazz musicians. Though the subject would seem a natural for film noir, the cycle as a whole ignored it, except for odd references (Jules Amthor drugging Philip Marlowe in Murder, My Sweet, for example).

But in the late 1940s, two films took on the phenomenon directly: Port of New York and To The Ends of the Earth. Both films show the stridency that would soon come to be characteristic of the Red Scare films of the early 1950s. Port of New York, however, effectively explored its noirish milieu, while To The Ends of the Earth harks back to the international espionage pictures of wartime and the pre-war years.

Treasury agent Dick Powell witnesses the mass death of Asian `slaves,' jettisoned overboard in chains from a Japanese freighter off the coast of San Francisco. Soon, in relentless pursuit of the opium poppy, Papaver somniferum, he circles the globe from Shanghai to Egypt to Cuba and finally to New York. His travels curiously intertwine with those of an American widow (Signe Hasso) and her young Chinese ward (Maylia). He uncovers a ruthless (`fanatical' is the preferred adjective) worldwide conspiracy to grow, distribute and sell opium, ultimately refined into heroin. The case doesn't crack until his ocean liner begins entry into New York harbor.

It's a good-bad movie. One of the burdens the noir cycle occasionally had to shoulder was paying homage to various principalities and duchies of the U.S. Government, generally J. Edgar Hoover's Federal Bureau of Investigation (as in Call Northside 777) or the Treasury Department (as in T-Men). Here, it's the Narcotics Bureau headed by Harry Anslinger, who graces the movie with his presence in three cameos. The requisite tone of reverence is anathema to noir, and Powell's voice-over narration drones on and on, a powerful opiate in itself.

But the nuts and bolts of the drug trade operated by a global cartel retain surprising interest, and the movie's pace picks up as it progresses, right up to a fairly shocking twist at the end. Many of its attitudes and assumptions show their age, but To The Ends of the Earth ultimately delivers its product.

Well, 2 hrs ago I put this on because Dick Powell is the man. I was tired and just wanted something dark and quiet to maybe nap to. I have to say, this is no movie to nap to. This is just as fast-paced and exciting as it gets. But, you better pause it if you go to get a drink. The story moves along non-stop. Great performances in a really cool flashback style with Powell narrating. And of course, Mr. Powell gets knocked out a couple times with cool retro "getting knocked-out" visual effects.

This was a combination documentary/fictional melodrama "based on actual incidents from the files of the Narcotics Division of the United States Treasury Department" for the "purpose of setting forth the functions and procedures of the Division" headed by Commissioner Harry J. Anslinger, who appears as himself in the opening, middle and end of the film. One of the "thou-shalt-nots" that was part of the Production Code list that had to be adhered to before a film could be issued an approval number---in this case PCA No. 12390---was an edict against showing any kind of illegal drug trafficking. The producers fought for and acquired a revision in the Code for this film.