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Review: “Out of the Past” (1947)

The men of film noir never can resist doe eyes and a pair of getaway sticks. It’s an unspoken rule that the more mysterious or dangerous a woman is, the more pull she has over the leading man, even if he won’t admit he’s hooked. Former private detective Jeff Markham (Robert Mitchum) is no exception. Years gone from the business, he’s carved out an unremarkable existence in nowhere California. He thinks he has moved on. Then his past comes sniffing around, and Jeff realizes everyone, no matter how skilled at hiding, leaves a trail.

This inevitability may be the thing that captivates noir junkies more than the cinematography (Nicholas Musuraca’s is marvelous in “Out of the Past”) or the music (the film’s score, created by Roy Webb, is both foreboding and romantic) or the aforementioned getaway sticks (Jane Greer has a fetching set for sure). There’s something strangely comforting about seeing the plight of an antihero, a good soul for all his cynicism and one-liners and walled-off emotions. Jeff has seen the worst in people, has every reason to become a villain himself, and he doesn’t. He wants happiness, a quiet life, a chance to start over. He wants to be a new man, and still he’s down in the gutter with the rest of us; for that, he commands sympathy. While Mitchum plays this hard case as more glib than most, the flip comments are anything but. Jeff Markham is damaged goods.

Now the owner of a small gas station in Bridgeport, Jeff has settled into his new life. Still, there’s a reluctance about him. Even relaxing lakeside with Ann (Virginia Huston), the local girl he plans to marry, he holds back part of himself. Mitchum communicates this through half-lidded eyes, pocketed hands. His employs cigarettes as shields and weapons alternately. Jeff has learned to be very good at this so he can make people believe what they see is what they get. However, he can’t con Joe Stephanos (Paul Valentine), who shows up in Bridgeport to relay a message: Jeff’s last client, well-to-do gambler Whit Sterling (Kirk Douglas), wants a meeting with him. Accepting his past has found him, Jeff decides not to run; instead, he’ll come clean to Ann about his history. Through flashbacks (a noir staple), Ann learns Jeff purposely botched his job — finding Whit’s dame Kathie Moffat (Jane Greer), who shot him and ran off with $40,000 — after he fell in love with her. Jeff and Kathie’s story doesn’t end there, and as “Out of the Past” spirals toward a violent, almost poetic conclusion the webs of deceit get stickier and more knotted.

No more needs to be said of where “Out of the Past” goes or how it gets there; in truth, it may not be possible to say more — by the end, even the most astute viewers need a flow chart to keep up with the rotten tricks in the screenplay (adapted from Daniel Mainwaring’s novel). The film employs the sort of snappy dialogue that makes entries in this genre such a treat. Line for line, “Out of the Past” nearly stacks up to “The Maltese Falcon,” no little job considering Bogart’s skill for slinging wisecracks like flapjacks. Mitchum, however, has a slightly different way of delivery: he dials down the bite, leans hard on the sardonic weariness. He knows he’s in for it when Kathie tells him she’s only person left to make deals with: “Build my gallows high, baby.” That’s acceptance tinged with humor, regret and passion. This is where the incessant smoking comes in handy. It acts as a shield — Whit and Jeff use their cigarettes like dueling pistols — and tool for connection. The smoke, shot almost tenderly by Musuraca, which Jeff uses as a barrier, also tells us more about him than he’d want us to know. It tells us he’s hiding himself, and the cracks are starting to show.

In the end, it’s Douglas, menacing as the put-upon lover, gets to the cold point of the film: “My feelings? About 10 years ago, I hid them somewhere and haven’t been able to find them.” Life for Jeff would be so much easier if he could say the same.

Grade: A

10 Responses

  1. Saw this ages ago for a film class, don’t think I fully appreciated it since I didn’t realize what a total badass Robert Mitchum was. Damn, adding it to the queue.

  2. well done. This, maybe more than any other, is the definitive noir. From the moment Mitch sees Greer walk in to that Mexican bar, we know he’s doomed.

    • @ Aiden — Yes, dude. “Maltese Falcon” made me ass-over-teacups for Bogart, and this one made me nuts for Mitchum. I’m well on my way to working through both actors’ back catalogues now.

      @ Colin — Nicely put! You know what I’m starting to realize about classic films like “Out of the Past” is that there were certain actresses who could walk into the room and suck all the air out without making a sound. Jane Greer is one such actress. They just don’t make ’em like they used to.

      • They truly don’t. Noir, more than any other genre, is littered with such actors and actresses. Generally speaking, if you see a film with Mitchum, Widmark, Bogart, Garfield or Macmurray as far as the gents go, or Turner, Stanwyck, Grahame or (my personal favourite) Marie Windsor, you know you’re in for a rollicking good ride.
        noiroftheweek.com is essential reading, as is the work of noirophile Eddie Muller. It’s such a great genre.

  3. Noir…what else could be said?

  4. One of the great noir flicks ever. Good choice and excellent write-up. Pointed out a couple of things I did not notice the first time around. I have to get back into these films….

  5. I’m glad you enjoyed the film, although I’m not the least bit surprised (a: you have good taste, and b: ‘Out of the Past’ is objectively awesome).

    Mitchum’s performance is superb. You’re comment about how ‘Out of the Past’ nearly stacks up to ‘The Maltese Falcon’ is interesting. I think that would make for a fantastic double-bill and debate. I’d probably side with you in the Flacon camp however, mostly for Bogart.

  6. Gosh Robert Mitchum is fucking hot.

  7. “This inevitability may be the thing that captivates noir junkies…” – aye, aye!!!

    Terrific writeup on one of my favourite film noirs, hell, one of my favourite films. Everything’s just perfect, right from start to finish – the acting, the camera work, the plot, the cynicism, the fatalism. And in Jane Greer’s Kathie Moffat we have one of the most lethal femme fatales ever seen on screen.

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