Synanon

Dramatization of real-life Synanon House, a Santa Monica-based rehabilitation center for hardcore drug addicts (many of them recent parolees). Heroin-user Alex Cord butts heads with former prison adversary Chuck Conners, while Stella Stevens sorts out relations with her ex-husband and struggles to stay off the streets. A bit glamorous in its depiction of life in the gutter, perhaps due to the kicky fashions and the ocean-front locale, though director Richard Quine is quick to underline the narrative with bitterness and regret. Not as moving as it should have been, but still quite potent. Harry Stradling Jr.'s black-and-white cinematography is excellent, as is Neal Hefti's jazzy score. **1/2 from ****

Studies of drug use and addiction in these United States show there wasn't really what could be called a "societal problem" until after passage of the Harrison Act of 1913, the law outlawing so many drugs.

Marijuana was outlawed about 25 years later, and all the drug prohibition has faithfully followed the pattern set by alcohol prohibition in the 1920s: crime and misery and violence and bloodshed.

And huge profits for the people willing to break the laws against selling and distributing those products.

Opponents of prohibition believe, with much research and evidence backing their position, that the laws cause more problems than do the drugs.

There is really not much support for the drugs themselves, although there is growing support for the freedom to choose, and even the most ardent opponent of prohibition recognizes that at least some people suffer badly from drug use and especially from drug addiction.

Synanon was founded by a former substance abuser to help addicts kick their habits. This movie is about him and that effort.

It could have been a cheapie exploitation movie, and the original advertising plan did seem to appeal to the sensational. But it had, instead, an intelligent and apparently honest script and some of Hollywood's most talented actors.

I started watching a TCM presentation with trepidation, prepared to switch channels, but found myself fascinated.

Especially by the actors.

Chuck Connors is one of my favorites and I sat in awe of his very low-key performance. Yes, he stayed busy, even having two TV series, but I don't think he got the respect he should have.

Edmond O'Brien is one of the greatest, an actor capable of probably any type of characterization.

Richard Conte is another of my favorites, and again his low-key performance fit his role just perfectly.

Many others also deserve praise, but I've gone on too long. Let me just say I highly recommend "Synanon."

Given the subject matter, you can imagine what a depressing downer this film is. It was pretty racy for its time but the problem never goes away. I would have liked to have seen more of Eartha Kitt. A good dramatic role for Stella Stevens.

There are now a lot of halfway houses in every large metropolitan center and alcoholics had them before, note I'll Cry Tomorrow. But Synanon based in San Diego was founded by Chuck Dederich a recovering alcoholic played here by Edmond O'Brien and is for folks looking to kick all kinds of addictions.

Which back then heroin was the drug of choice and still is for many. With an eclectic cast the story primarily focuses on three house residents, Stella Stevens who abandoned family and baby for junk, Alex Cord who is essentially a punk who won't take any responsibilities for anything and Chuck Connors who is a parolee and a junkie who just takes it one day at a time.

Connors and Cord have history from the joint and Cord is trying to push a confrontation with Connors. As the rules of Synanon include no fighting Connors is using a lot of willpower to prevent that. And they both have the hots for Stevens.

Cord really takes the acting honors from this film. He's such a loathsome little punk. And Stevens who normally did light material shows some real acting chops here.

Synanon is dated, but still has a powerful message.

"Today is the First Day of the Rest of Your Life." Chuck Dederich, a newborn alcoholic, gathered like-minded drunks and hookers and created his own AA named The Tender Loving Care Club. The crew played the "Game" in which anyone was allowed to say anything, true or not, to someone to cause an effect. A.k.a. Attack therapy. They survived by begging stale food from catering trucks, hookers doing tricks and donations. When Chuck turned to the junkies for a more lucrative operation began his career as a savior. Politicians, actors and sociologists wanted to play the Game too. For fun. And then came Columbia Pictures... This is not a good rehab movie. Not accurate or serious. It is pure speculation. At a time when many therapy tricksters emerged as commercial psycho projects. L. Ron Hubbard was one.

A trifle perhaps, but "Tonight's the Night" by Neal Hefti is a great tune.