Roaring City

Hugh Beaumont plays against what folks of my generation see him as: the perfect dad to a perfect family. He ain't no family man here. But, what is he? He seems to be a private investigator without a license holding down a day job as a renter/seller of old boats at the shoddy end of the San Francisco harbor. As Dennis O'Brien, Beaumont isn't exactly Sherlock Holmes (though he does have a low rent professor sidekick and go-fer), nor is he Sam Spade. He's a stupefyingly poor down mix of the two if you're generous.

Actually, with Beaumont there's something ,almost, to like as his charisma occasionally comes through. But, then there's the quirks that apparently the producer and director insert. For one, the "tough guy" dialog is downright laughable akin to the intentional use of such for comedic effect in the Steve Martin flick "Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid". Only it's unintentional here thus really bad without the comic relief. It's a big fail.

Also, because this isn't actually a feature B flick at all things never flow. The producer/director/writers have stitched together two segments that must have been meant for a TV pilot and first episode (that were not good enough even for that). So, it's a fledging wannabe movie. The word "clunky" comes to mind even if it was a money move to meet the demand for the double features of the day. Besides Beaumont there isn't much in the acting department either. It leaves one thinking even if there wasn't a financial loss careers were muddied. Somewhere in this mess something quite a bit better could have been crafted around Beaumont's character. It wasn't and instead this is the lame result. It's basically a waste, a which is a generous way to say it's laughably terrible. Don't bother with this one.

Beaumont tries a little too hard to play it constantly cool, but nevertheless he and his roomate Brophy for me are the two most interesting and well played characters in this film. The rest of the cast is another story, in particular the sub-par acting of the sisters. Then there's the dialogue, I know it's supposed to be noir but it's just so stilted and desperately gangsterish, the whole time I just kept wish wisecracks. The story is OK but the poor acting, dialogue, and uninspired direction Roaring City just falls a little short, even at 58 minutes it was still a tad bit too long to keep me genuinely interested.

As a PI, Beaumont's (O'Brien) got all the macho moves and snappy rejoinders down pat. In fact, dialog may be the programmer's chief asset. The movie's really two separate half-hour stories in a single one-hour package, but don't bother with the plots. They're too complex for brief run-times, and really just an excuse to move the cast around cheap apartment sets. I'm just sorry we don't see more of atmospheric San Francisco where the shenanigans ostensibly occur. I could also have used more of the stately blonde (Valerie) instead of guys in trench coats threatening one another. Seems like O'Brien's main purpose is to get slugged and then wake up amid dead bodies. Nothing special or unusual here, except for Ward Cleaver making a pretty darn good tough guy. Trouble is the blended half-hours are more unwieldy than satisfying.

Hugh "Leave it to Beaver" Beaumont stars in "Roaring City," from 1951. The film also features Edward Brophy and Richard Travis.

This was apparently one of three feature films that combined two half-hour stories, which answers the question as to why these stories weren't connected. Denny O'Brien (Beaumont) is man with a ship he rents, but he also does odd jobs. He rooms with an alcoholic ex-professor (Brophy) who does some work for him.

The first story concerns a fixed fight that O'Brien is hired to bet on; in the other one, he is hired to pretend to be a woman's husband. These jobs are not without problems. In the fight story, it doesn't go the way it was supposed to; in the other -- well, it's not as straightforward as it first seemed.

Denny usually winds up unconscious or beaten and in hot water with a police inspector. Hugh Beaumont does a good job in the role - he's natural and charming.

I'm not exactly the audience for these low-budget Bs, but I appreciate that they have their place in the noir canon.

"Roaring City" (1951) was the second of three "Dennis O'Brien" mystery films starring Hugh Beaumont. Actually, each of the three has two parts, each a half-hour segment episode that somewhat obviously was supposed to be part of a planned television series which didn't materialize. They're all actually pretty decent little shows, though the dialogue is such that Dashiell Hammett would have had to use a sledgehammer to cut the radio-style gangsterese down to size. In this "feature", as in all of them, Ed Brophy is a drunken partner - a live-in - an ex-professor whose own dialogue is basically nothing but ten dollar gibberish to say anything. It's the humor of these pieces, and it's okay, but that's about it; and Richard Travis is a cop who constantly tries to pin the murders that ubiquitously occur on O'Brien, but in the end has to admit defeat and be "glad" O'Brien helped him - I guess. Joan Valerie, Wanda McKay, and Rebel Randall fill out the female bills in the two episodes which occur here. Bad girls, all of them. Valerie and McKay give rather poor performances. Randall is better. Anthony Warde, Greg McClure, William Tannen, Abner Biberman, and a couple of others are all complicit in being bad. Mediocre stuff, but easy to watch anyway. Directed by William Berke.