Une femme marquée

Dorothy Malone does very fine work portraying Diana Barrymore, the daughter of alcoholic actor John Barrymore, a young woman with dreams of carving out her own niche in show business before succumbing to the same demons which dogged her father. The picture, however, is little more than a potboiler, co-written by director Art Napoleon with Jo Napoleon, from the book by Diana Barrymore and Gerold Frank. Errol Flynn is solid as John Barrymore, and there's a sweet supporting performance from Martin Milner as a family friend (Milner's final scene, revealing a bald head, is especially good). Still, this movie about the movies seems lackluster and naive, not to mention under-produced. For buffs, a somewhat enjoyable wallow with a quiet, even pace, and Malone manages to be sympathetic on the road to ruin without becoming a nuisance. **1/2 from ****

It's a little tough to rate this film, and as I try to drill down into that feeling, I think it's because it seems a little less than fully honest in its portrayal of Diana Barrymore, despite some of the depths we see her sink to, and the humiliations she endures. It also seems like a much more interesting biographical movie would have been one based on her carousing father, the great actor John Barrymore.

Over the first half of the movie, we see John (Jack) Barrymore played by Errol Flynn, and he alone makes the film worth seeing. It's such a poignant role, portraying his real life friend's decline from alcoholism in his later years, while Flynn himself was suffering from the same thing, and would die just one year later at 50. We see him still craving the attention of a star, wishing he had behaved better with his daughter, and sneaking bottles of alcohol by hiding them in the knight's armor he has in his depressing and barren old mansion. He's also an angry and violent drunk. The call where he tries to connect with Diana's mother (Michael Strange, played by Neva Patterson) is touching, as is the scene where Diana eventually leaves him.

To some extent, Dorothy Malone is thus overshadowed. Early on she looks and acts far too old to play a teenager (she was 34, and Patterson, playing her mother, was 38). She comes across as simply in need of parental affection, which was undoubtedly true, but a little too squeaky clean, for example, only beginning to drink when her father dies. It is also a little odd that we're not even made aware that America was at war when she started her film career, though perhaps that is true to this person's life and just how insulated she was.

Malone's performance and the character come to life in the second half of the film, and there are some pretty sad moments. We see her flirting at a lavish party in her home while her first husband is on location shooting a film, then sleeping with one of the guests and getting caught when he returns. We see her second husband, an amateur tennis star, hitting tennis balls at her during an argument. She lives in a tawdry apartment with her third husband, with the power cut off because they haven't paid the bill, and while a neon sign flashes incessantly outside their window in the night, he throws a drink in her face. Later as her career has fizzled and she's spiraling, she gets up on stage in a cheap joint after a stripper performs, to do impressions to a jeering crowd.

It would be easy to not feel sorry for someone who was given so much of an opportunity in life but threw it away, but that's too harsh. I think it's important to understand why a person has turned out a certain way and to empathize, but at the same time, there is accountability, and here, probably because the tale was told by Diana herself, the scale seems tipped too much away from the latter. We do see her in self-destructive acts such as not showing up to finish a film, driving drunk, and arriving in a small town to act in a play hammered and face down on the floor in her train compartment, so it's not completely sugar-coated, however, the film seems to be saying that if only her parents or these men in her life had treated her better, she wouldn't have had the trouble she did.

The rosy hued tone of the end seems suspiciously syrupy, and of course, as Diana would die just two years later at 38, there is a certain bitter irony in it. It's as if the autobiography and resulting movie had the veneer of an actor, always looking to act. Regardless, there is enough in the film to make it worthwhile - Errol Flynn in the first half, Dorothy Malone in the second half, and this look into the sad endings to the lives of John and Diana Barrymore.

Flynn is very touching, and Malone is marvelous. Martin Milner and Efrem Zimbalist are sympathetic. But I have got to say something about Ray Danton, as a professional tennis player and sexual opportunist. As the guy who gets the married Malone into bed within minutes of meeting her, and persuades her to divorce her husband and marry him just about as fast, Danton is utterly convincing. It's one of the most flat-out sexy male performances I've ever seen. Actually, there are two that spring to mind, both in not particularly famous movies, and the other one is Ben Gazzara in "A Rage to Live." I just have to give a shout-out to Danton. He died a few years ago (only 61!), but his hot stuff lives on.

Too Much, Too Soon, the film adaption of Diana Barrymore's memoirs if things went right for her should have been a final chapter with a they lived happily ever after closing on her real existence. Sad to say though that the writing of the book as a cautionary tale to others to avoid her pitfalls, she still couldn't avoid them herself. Two years after To Much, Too Soon came out, Diana Barrymore died of all the years of accumulated indulgences of many vices.

Having never seen any of her work I'm really not in a position to comment, but assuming she was as bad as most seem to think she was, she never had an opportunity to really learn her craft. Because of her name and a couple of bit parts on stage she was rushed out to Hollywood and given the big buildup. When she flopped all she could do was trade in on the name.

Dorothy Malone after her Oscar winning role as the hedonistic heiress in Written On The Wind was perfect to play Diana who decided to explore all the vices in a desperate search for love. Being caught between two estranged parents she wasn't at home in either of their worlds. She was the offspring of John Barrymore and Blanche Oelrichs aka Michael Strange. It was the second marriage for both. Succeeding husbands and wives are not in this film, nor are her half brothers, sons of Oelrich from her first marriage. Blanche Oelrich had a succeeding marriage after Barrymore, and The Great Profile had two more wives after divorcing Diana's mother.

One thing that is very delicately hinted at with Kathleen Freeman's brief role is the lesbianism of Blanche Oelrich. After three marriages Blanche Oelrich had a relationship with a woman in the last years of her life. If Too Much, Too Soon were made today that would be more fully explained. Neva Patterson is a concerned Oelrich in this, a beautiful performance as a woman who can't reach her out of control daughter falling under the influence of her father.

Errol Flynn had quite a bit of life experience to draw on for playing John Barrymore. He knew Barrymore quite well in Hollywood and partied hearty with him as Barrymore died slowly of dissipation. Flynn was dying from it as well and he knew it. This has to be the only time in history where an actor was playing older than his years without makeup. Flynn was 49 playing a 60 year old Barrymore who was that when he died in 1942.

Diana had three husbands all different types played in succession by Efrem Zimbalist, Jr., Ray Danton, and Ed Kemmer. She should have hung on to Zimbalist who was playing in actuality Bramwell Fletcher under a pseudonym. He leaves to go on a movie location and she starts fooling around with tennis bum/gigolo Ray Danton. He's great in the part of a truly sadistic evil man. As for number three, he was a bit actor who was as much an alcoholic as she and Kemmer and Malone were a bad combination, but great in their performances.

Too Much, Too Soon is very similar to a film Warner Brothers did the year before about another alcoholic performer, Helen Morgan. Morgan was a star and on talent, not starting at the top because of a name. Still she went through a few husbands and many a binge and the ending their was a cop out with the promise of a recovery which never happened in real life. Diana Barrymore's self destruction was down the same road Morgan took only she died after Too Much, Too Soon came out.

It should have ended better for Diana Barrymore. But Dorothy Malone brings her vividly to life and she's got a book and a film to commemorate what might have been.

Dorothy Malone was fantastic in this somewhat depressing film. Her outstanding performance really captured the rise of a promising real actress, Diana Barrymore, and her ultimate downfall. Malone seems to be a very under-appreciated actress. She was so good in this film as well as The Last Voyage (a disaster film reminiscent of "Titanic" that was made in the early 60's) and in Man of a Thousand Faces, a biography of Lon Chaney.

This could have been just another 50's melodrama, but Malone brings so much poise, authenticity, pathos, and spirit to the role of Diana that it raises the film above similar Hollywood biographies.

Does anyone know where Malone is now? She must be in her 80's.