{"id":17413,"date":"2021-11-16T09:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-11-16T17:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/?p=17413"},"modified":"2024-03-02T21:13:28","modified_gmt":"2024-03-03T05:13:28","slug":"the-streetwise-noir-of-samuel-fuller","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/the-streetwise-noir-of-samuel-fuller\/","title":{"rendered":"The Streetwise Noir of Samuel Fuller"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>One of the most heartbreaking scenes in Samuel Fuller\u2019s hard-boiled oeuvre comes partway through his 1953 noir <em>Pickup on South Street<\/em> (streaming this month as part of the Criterion Channel\u2019s <a href=\"https:\/\/www.criterionchannel.com\/fox-noir\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Fox Noir<\/a> series). Necktie-and-information peddler Moe Williams comes home to her cramped apartment after a long day and a hard life, trudges over to her bed, puts on a 78, and lies back to add up the numbers and see how close she is to affording her long-sought-after funeral plot. It\u2019s only then that she discovers she\u2019s not alone. A Communist agent has been lying in wait for her, seeking the address of Skip McCoy, a pickpocket she\u2019s already sold out twice \u2013 first to the cops and then to the agent\u2019s ex-girlfriend, who was unwittingly acting as his courier. Moe draws the line at helping a Red, though, and all but asks to be put out of her misery. \u201cI have to go on making a living so I can die,\u201d she says. \u201cBut even a fancy funeral ain\u2019t worth waiting for if I\u2019ve gotta do business with crumbs like you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As embodied by Thelma Ritter, who received a well-deserved Best Supporting Actress nomination (her fourth of six), Moe starts out chipper and endearingly mercenary. She makes no bones about how she feeds her \u201ckitty\u201d and even haggles over the price of her information, which she insists keeps up with the cost of living. And she\u2019s far from the only colorful character Fuller injected into the noirs he wrote and directed over the next few years until the cycle wound down. Whatever they were labeled, though, crime stories \u2013 and the criminal types that populate them \u2013 were never far from his typewriter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>\u201cEvery film must have a message. Maybe I\u2019m too didactic. If so, too bad. That\u2019s just the way I write.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>After getting his start as a director with a quartet of westerns and war films, Fuller staked out his own territory with 1952\u2019s <em>Park Row<\/em>, a self-financed tribute to the newspapermen he idolized growing up. That same year, his novel <em>The Dark Page<\/em> was brought to the screen by noir specialist Phil Karlson as <em>Scandal Sheet<\/em>, offering a different view of the business with its sordid tale of an editor who murders his ex-wife and tries to get an overeager reporter to drop the story. (Both are included in Criterion\u2019s <a href=\"https:\/\/www.criterionchannel.com\/read-all-about-it-2\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">\u201cRead All About It\u201d<\/a> series.) Conflicting loyalties are also central to <em>Pickup<\/em>, Fuller\u2019s first noir in the director\u2019s chair, in which Skip weighs his desire for a big score against his shaky fealty to his country.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>That was followed in 1955 by <em>House of Bamboo<\/em>, a color remake of the 1948 noir <em>The Street with No Name<\/em> (an early role for <em>Pickup<\/em> star Richard Widmark) which Fuller transposed to post-war Japan. His last from noir\u2019s \u201cclassic period\u201d was 1959\u2019s <em>The Crimson Kimono<\/em>, which is pointedly set in Los Angeles\u2019s Little Tokyo, but 1961\u2019s <em>Underworld U.S.A.<\/em> serves as a bridge between Fuller\u2019s studio work of the \u201950s and his embrace of independent productions in the \u201960s with <em>Shock Corridor<\/em> and <em>The Naked Kiss<\/em>, both released by Allied Artists.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In all of his noirs, Fuller explores different cultures and milieus, using his reporter\u2019s ear to faithfully incorporate the lingo native to each. So Skip is a \u201ccannon\u201d whose status as a \u201cthree-time loser\u201d means if he gets \u201cpinched\u201d a fourth time, he\u2019ll be sent up for life. Candy, the courier whose pocketbook he picks, is a \u201cmuffin\u201d (a term that also comes up in <em>Underworld U.S.A.<\/em>). Moe strenuously objects to being called a \u201cstoolie,\u201d knowing full well Skip doesn\u2019t begrudge her livelihood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"576\" src=\"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/underworld-1024x576.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-17417\" srcset=\"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/underworld-1024x576.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/underworld-768x432.jpg 768w, https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/underworld.jpg 1280w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Meanwhile, <em>House of Bamboo<\/em> and <em>The Crimson Kimono<\/em> are awash in terms like \u201cichiban\u201d and \u201cNisei,\u201d providing helpful translations where needed. (\u201cNisei\u201d are the American-born children of Japanese immigrants. \u201cIchiban\u201d means \u201cnumber one.\u201d) And while each member of the gang in <em>House<\/em> has his own \u201ckimona girl,\u201d their primary concern is over who the boss\u2019s \u201cnumber one boy\u201d is. This is the position Griff (the most frequently used name in Fuller\u2019s filmography) believes he has a firm grip on until upstart Eddie Spanier arrives on the scene, but even if he is the audience\u2019s surrogate, Robert Stack doesn\u2019t make half the impression Cameron Mitchell does as Griff or Robert Ryan does as their boss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>With his crime reporter background, it\u2019s fitting that Fuller\u2019s villains and antiheroes are among his most compelling characters. Not only does Skip flout the law, he also rebuffs the G-man who impresses upon him his patriotic duty to turn over the microfilm he\u2019s lifted. (\u201cAre you waving the flag at me?\u201d Skip insolently asks.) It\u2019s only after Moe is murdered and Candy takes a bullet for him that Skip changes his tune and seeks payback on their behalf.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In this way, <em>Pickup<\/em> ends where <em>Underworld U.S.A.<\/em> begins, since the later film opens with 14-year-old delinquent Tolly Devlin witnessing his father being beaten to death in a dark alley. Played by Cliff Robertson after he\u2019s spent enough years in and out of various state-run facilities, the single-minded Tolly gets himself sent to prison specifically so he can kill one of his father\u2019s murderers and find out the others\u2019 identities. Discovering they\u2019ve risen in the ranks of the syndicate, Tolly ingratiates himself into the organization and sets about knocking the dominoes over until he also has to go after the big man, an outwardly genial type who operates behind the front of a benevolent charity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In <em>House of Bamboo<\/em>, the big man is Sandy Dawson, a former G.I. who runs his outfit like a crack military squad. He violates one of his own ironclad rules, though \u2013 about killing any injured members of the gang \u2013 when Eddie takes a slug in the leg during his first job with them. Sandy even lets Eddie move into his palatial digs in the foothills of Mt. Fuji to recuperate, which raises Griff\u2019s dander (and ultimately gets him killed). In the end, Sandy\u2019s inability to process his own feelings for Eddie causes him to start acting erratically, leading to a violent standoff at a rooftop amusement park where he starts shooting innocent civilians like a mad dog until he\u2019s put down like one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A similar fate awaits the killer in <em>The Crimson Kimono<\/em>, which follows a Caucasian police detective and his Japanese-American partner as they investigate the murder of a stripper; it operates more like a police procedural than a straight-up noir. Fuller even lets the murder investigation recede into the background while he plays up the love triangle between the two detectives and a pretty artist they both fall for. \u201cLove is like a battle,\u201d says Mac, her wise mentor. \u201cSomebody has to get a bloody nose.\u201d This sentiment is made literal in the scene where the two men take part in a Kendo match for the Nisei Week Festival that serves as the film\u2019s colorful background. To top it off, the killer is shot dead trying to escape during a parade where the marchers are all in elaborate costumes, further proof Fuller knew the value of injecting a little spectacle into his pictures when he could afford to. Once he left the security of studios behind, though, getting the backing for his uncompromising visions became more of a struggle. <img decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-12029\" style=\"width: 21px;\" src=\"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/crookedc-01.svg\" alt=\"\"\/><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>\u201cPickup on South Street\u201d is streaming on <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.criterionchannel.com\/pickup-on-south-street\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Criterion Channel<\/em><\/a><em>. \u201cThe Crimson Kimono\u201d and \u201cUnderworld U.S.A.\u201d are available for rent.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>With Noirvember in full swing, we explore the filmography of one of the poet laureates of film noir. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":463,"featured_media":17416,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1399],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17413","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-looking-back"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17413","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/463"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17413"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17413\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22127,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17413\/revisions\/22127"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/17416"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17413"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17413"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17413"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}