La furie des tropiques

Richard Widmark is always reliable for a rewarding performance, but here he is unusually impressing, as he actually develops a character that from the start seems rather despicable, bogged down as he is in ruined relationships that keep reminding him of his own mistakes, married to Veronica Lake whom he neglects and brushes off, and obsessed with his lost love Linda Darnell who reappears as his best friend's wife, and he can't let her alone - but gradually you learn what he is really in for. He seems the maddest daredevil to take an airplane up in the middle of a hurricane, you cannot understand why, but gradually the whole story appears, and you will have to change your mind about him. It is actually a psychological film, Richard desperately trying to come to terms with himself as he faces the perfect storm, and he actually passes through hell in this nightmare ride of his own personal chaos, and at the same time it is a very exciting thriller, although no one gets killed. It's a virtuoso performance for all hands, Gary Merrill as the commander trying to reach the desperate pilot to get him down, the two ladies on the ground both loving him and trying to understand him and make him understand, and the director Andre de Toth, husband of Veronica Lake, actually being the one in control of the whole situation. All films of airplane adventures have their moments of screwed up excitement, but this one constantly hovers over the top.

"Slattery's Hurricane" is not a particularly good film and is a rare career misfire for a young Richard Widmark. Oddly, the bizarre and unlikable plot was from a story by Herman Wouk--a very accomplished writer. Perhaps the screenplay completely botched his story...perhaps he just had a misfire.

Slattery (Widmark) is flying into a hurricane when the film begins. He then has a series of flashbacks that take up most of the rest of the film. It seems that after leaving active duty in the Navy, Slattery's made money flying charters. While he might be working for drug dealers, the money is good and Slattery asks no questions. Additionally, while he has a long-suffering girlfriend (Veronica Lake), he completely ignores her and begins chasing after a friend's wife!! All in all, he's a total jerk and only later, when receiving the Navy Cross (awarded for service during WWII--it was given to Slattery while he was in the Naval Reserves) does he start to reassess his life. But who cares?!

The film has many problems--the biggest of which is the blandness of most of the characters. Darnell cheats on her husband...but you know nothing more about her. Lake is a doormat and nothing more. And Slattery's 'friend' (John Russell) is also quite bland--which is odd considering he often had a commanding presence in films. Add to that that Slattery is thoroughly despicable, you really wonder why you're even watching this film in the first place!

Richard Widmark flies into what becomes known as "Slattery's Hurricane" as he looks back on his life in this 1949 film. Directed by Andre de Toth, the film also stars Linda Darnell, John Russell and DeToth's wife, Veronica Lake.

Widmark plays Slattery, a former Navy man who, with his girlfriend Delores (Lake), works for drug smugglers. Slattery is unaware of this, though subconsciously he probably knows, but Delores, an addict, knows everything. (Delores' addiction is only hinted at.) When Slattery meets an old Navy friend, Hobbie (John Russell), he finds out that Hobbie married his former love, Aggie (Darnell). Though Delores is in love with Slattery, Slattery is still in love with Aggie and goes after her, not caring about Delores' feelings or Hobbie's marriage. When a hurricane hits, Hobbie is called in for pilot duty so he can get the hurricane coordinates, but he's too drunk to fly. Slattery takes his place, and while flying through the storm, looks at his mess of a life.

This isn't a particularly good film, but Richard Widmark does a great job, creating a fully fleshed-out character. It's impossible to believe that Lake, her signature haircut gone, was only 27 when this film was made. I would have guessed she was 40. Even with her husband directing the movie, she's not well photographed. It's a shame, because the petite actress was perfect for films, radiant, beautiful, with a great presence; no matter the role, she projected an intelligence and femininity. She just doesn't register here. The gorgeous Darnell has very little to do.

All in all, mediocre, but worth it for Widmark.

VERONICA LAKE was married to director Andre deToth at the time she made SLATTERY'S HURRICANE, a tale told in flashback by RICHARD WIDMARK as he pilots a plane through a horrendous storm and recalls a love affair he had with his best friend's wife (LINDA DARNELL). The friend is well played by JOHN RUSSELL, an actor under contract to Fox who never got to do much of anything but seemed as competent as any of the other up and coming contract players.

LINDA DARNELL, looking every inch a femme fatale, is only given a minor role in the proceedings and is quite forgettable. VERONICA LAKE, on the other hand, this time playing a good, sensible woman and not her usual femme fatale, is convincing enough as the right gal for Widmark.

Slow in getting started, it actually only gets into high gear once the storm scenes reach hurricane proportions--but by that time, you might have trouble staying awake through a very mediocre plot.

Based on a book by Herman Wouk (THE CAINE MUTINY), it's hardly a distinguished work.

After a brief meteorology lesson on just what causes hurricanes, we start with a pilot coshing his mate and stealing a plane. Sadly, that's about as exciting as this gets as we discover that the pilot is WWII veteran "Slattery" (Richard Widmark) who has been quite happily flying around Florida delivering what needs delivering - regardless of what it is! Anyway, as he powers through the sky and into the path of the eponymous storm, he starts to have flashbacks of just what led him to his current predicament. That's where we come in. We get to share those memories as his fairly selfish behaviour impacted on the lives of "Aggie" (Linda Darnell), "Dolores" (Veronica Lake) as well as on his military buddies led by the typically unremarkable Gary Merrill's "Kramer". There are plenty of windy audio effects and the sound stage sprinkler system was well put through it's paces, but the rather episodic style of the presentation along with way too much verbiage and a really rather lacklustre who did what to whom melodrama really never quite takes off. I always found Darnell to be a bit hit or miss, and here she hasn't loads to work with as the story takes us to where we know we have to end up... It's watchable, Saturday afternoon B-fayre, but I doubt you'll recall it for long afterwards.