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āThe Big Stealā, starring Robert Mitchum and Jane Greer and scripted by Geoffrey Holmes (Daniel Mainwaring) often appears to be best known and least admired for what it isnāt, namely āOut of the Pastā.
The latter, released in 1947 - starring Robert Mitchum and Jane Greer and scripted by Geoffrey Holmes - is regarded as an elegant and sublime evocation of noir. The āBig Stealā is hardly referenced and not much regarded at all.
Standing in the shadow of āOut of the Pastā, itās understandable that the āThe Big Stealā seems overlooked and/ or underestimated. At just 71 minutes long, itās a much shorter, slighter movie and nothing like as darkly noir nor as āmemorableā.
However, slighter doesnāt mean lesser as far as the pleasure that can be had from it. Even if it is the sorry stepchild of the āOut of the Pastā, āThe Big Stealā is a very easy film to like.
For a start, itās unabashed fun. Even Bosley Crowther, the high-toned windbag who held the film desk forever at the New York Times found the movie amiable. Hereās an excerpt from his especially garrulous review, July 11, 1949:
āA breath-taking scenic excursion across the landscape of Mexicoā¦through villages, on lovely open roads and over towering mountains on switchback highways at a fast and sizzling paceā.
āSeems that a certain tricky fellow, whom Patric Knowles suavely enacts, is trying to escape into the interior of Mexico from Vera Cruz with a load of swag. Seems that his stubborn pursuer is a curious laconic gent played by Robert Mitchum who is accompanied by a lady, prettily played by Jane Greer. Seems that another desperate party, William Bendix is after both and a Mexican police inspector, Ramon Novarro is tailing the lotā.
āJust where and why they are fleeing is rather loosely and unsatisfactorily explained but obviously they are not friendly people for whenever any of them get together they usually fight. But that is not important and we casually advise that you try not to follow too closely the involution of the plotā.
Well, there you have it. Heās done up the story, set the scene, captured the mood, and casually advised. Why, I could stop right here.
Except thereās further a job to be done and thatās to plead a decent case for āThe Big Stealā as a film noir - at least enough of one for it to be able to sit facing the Blackboard without shame.
Letās start with the issue of āThe Big Stealās easy disposition.
Though itās true that the movie has a much sunnier way about it than you would expect to find in noir, thereās also some really bad stuff going on here.
Lt. Duke Halliday (Mitchum) has been framed for a robbery and is in pursuit of the real thief, Jim Fiske (Knowles). The problem is that Halliday too is now on the run, from his senior officer, Cpt. Vincent Blake (Bendix) whose reasons for chasing Halliday turn out to be not as straightforward as they seem.
Ultimately, itās going to be Blakeās duplicity and betrayal that qualify the movie as solid noir. But meanwhile, the disillusioned Halliday proves himself to be no saint as he goes around dishing out the mayhem.
The āBig Stealā also covers some of the same disarranged narrative and thematic territory as a number of later films by its director, Don Siegel. In both āMadiganā and āDirty Harryā, for example, cops are driven to defy institutional authority and constraints in an effort to see that justice is done. Siegel in these films actually disavows much difference between hero and villain, with justice often ceding to vengeance.
While Halliday is military and not police, he still takes the law upon himself because of the box in which heās found himself. Like other of Siegelās protagonists, he doesnāt let a whole lot in his way.
The thing about Siegel is that while he frames some interesting moral and ethical dilemmas, he seldom allows his characters to hang around for very long to dwell on them. Heād rather cut straight to the chase - literally - and as a former film editor and second-unit director, knows how to handle the action.
āThe Big Stealā is noir-on-a-tear, a raggedy little B-feature built for speed with everyone going along for the ride. No wonder. Screenwriter Holmes/ Mainwaring gifts Mitchum and Greer with as much keen, noir-induced dialogue and as many slippery story twists as you could hope for.
Mitchum and Greer make a great screen twosome but this time itās Greer who really gets to show her stuff. As note-prefect as she was as Cathie Moffat in āOut of the Pastā, director Jacques Tourneur really didnāt give her much more than just that one note to play as an impassive, amoral femme fatale.
Thereās nothing impassive or fatale about her in the āThe Big Stealā. Her Joan āChiquitaā Graham is also chasing down Fiske, whoās supposed to be her fiancĆ© but who has taken her for more than her virtue. But Greerās got nothing but spunk, is at least as much on the ball as Mitchum and is no easier about hooking up with him as he is with her in order to reel Fiske in.
The wonderful stroppiness of the relationship Holmes has scripted out for them brings out the best in both actors. Mitchum is lively and Greer delivers the most appealing performance of her career (interestingly, she came late to the production, replacing Lizabeth Scott, who was taken off the production because of Mitchumās arraignment on a marijuana rap).
āThe Big Stealā is a thoroughly high-spirited effort but shouldnāt be dismissed as just a breezy comedy-suspenser and a no-account noir because of it. While contrived humor can be poisonous to film noir, thatās not āThe Big Stealās problem because Seigel avoids it. Heās no smirky Hitchcock.
While āPrivate Hell 36ā is probably Siegelās truest classic noir, āThe Big Stealā shows more than enough of noirlandās darkened surface features - icons Mitchum and Bendix, a story washed dark with bad luck, betrayal, greed and corruption and a resonant exchange of tough words and hard fists,
āThe Big Stealā gives big enjoyment and good noir both. Lie back and enjoy.
Written by Gary Deane