June
10, 2004 |
Throughout the many hours of televised tributes to Ronald
Reagan that aired in the wake of his passing, I noticed a
curious phenomenon: Hardly anyone on any network felt compelled
to dwell on The Great Communicator's heyday as a Hollywood
star.
Sure,
there were fleeting excerpts from Reagan's more notorious
cinematic misadventures including, of course, Bedtime
for Bonzo and much informed discussion of the many
ways his training as an actor enhanced his ability to convey
equal measures of authority, affability and earnestness during
his White House years. For the most part, however, pundits
and acolytes alike seemed all too eager to blithely dismiss
Reagan's entire movie career a career, it should be noted,
that spanned four decades, and included nearly 60 films
as undistinguished at best, vaguely embarrassing at worst.
Indeed,
most commentators relied on recycling scraps of conventional
wisdom: As an actor, Reagan was never anything more than a
B-movie stalwart, or a typecast cowboy or, perhaps most
humiliating, a hero's best friend who never got
the girl. Several years ago, film historian David Thomson
described Reagan's 1966 entry into politics (as a California
gubernatorial candidate) as the greatest career move in the
history of entertainment. That judgment, originally intended
as a not-so-veiled insult, has come to be widely accepted
as an accurate, maybe even generous, appraisal.
The
thing is, any fair-minded observer who bothers to look at
his resume or, better still, actually looks at some of his
movies must admit that Reagan's cinematic oeuvre is
far more impressive than his worst critics, and even many
of his devoted admirers, might admit. To be sure, Reagan rarely
rose above the level of journeyman actor much like Don Ameche,
Fred MacMurray and several other contemporaries, he was more
of an engaging personality than a consummate artist. But his
undeniable charisma and polished professionalism served him
very well in starring and supporting roles. In short: He certainly
was no worse, and quite often much better, than many of the
notables routinely embraced as beloved Old Hollywood contract
players.
Among
his movies worth viewing on cable or video:
Dark
Victory (1939) As a chronically inebriated and genially
self-deprecating playboy, Reagan evidences a light touch for
comic relief during his half-hearted (and highly unsuccessful)
courtship of a doomed Bette Davis in this glossy, guilty-pleasure
soap opera. But be forewarned: Some viewers may be inconsolably
upset by seeing the future leader of the free world as an
amiable lush.
Knute
Rockne, All American (1940) Reagan is on camera for
only 15 or so minutes in this romanticized tribute to the
legendary Notre Dame football coach (played by Pat O'Brien).
But he makes every moment count as George Gipp, the breezily
self-assured gridiron great whose Win one for the Gipper!
deathbed speech (yes, this is how Reagan earned that nickname)
has been known to make grown men weep.
Kings
Row (1942) Often cited as Reagan's finest film, and
his own personal favorite, it's a seamy tale of small-town
hypocrisy that tested the limits of Production Code propriety.
The future Commander in Chief is at his most compelling as
Drake McHugh, a feckless rake whose legs are needlessly amputated
by a sadistic surgeon. (The bad doctor wanted to keep Drake
away from his lovestruck daughter.) Upon awakening after the
operation, Reagan memorably wails an anguished lament: Where's
the rest of me? The line became so closely associated with
him, he eventually used it as the title of his 1965 autobiography.
Desperate
Journey (1942) As one of five Allied airmen shot down
behind enemy lines during World War II, Reagan gets most of
the best lines in Raoul Walsh's rousing adventure opus. He's
at his best when his all-American hero confounds a German
interrogator with tricky wordplay, then smacks the naughty
Nazi into dreamland. Errol Flynn, the movie's nominal star,
was not amused: He bitterly complained during production of Desperate Journey that he, not Reagan, should play
the show-stopping scene. Producer Hal Wallis had to intervene
on Reagan's behalf to keep Flynn from filching the funny business.
Bedtime
for Bonzo (1951) During his heyday as host of The
Tonight Show , Johnny Carson never tired of mocking his
executive producer, Fred De Cordova, for having directed this
silly slapstick comedy. Surprisingly enough, however, the
movie doesn't quite live down to its reputation. And Reagan
comes off as a genial good sport in the lead role of a college
professor who tries to prove his nurture-versus-nature theories
by raising a chimpanzee as human child. It should be noted,
however, that the Gipper declined an offer to return for a
1952 sequel, Bonzo Goes to College, also directed
by De Cordova.
The
Killers (1964) In his final movie, a brutally hardboiled
crime drama directed by Don Siegel (Dirty Harry), Reagan took
his only walk on the wild side as Jack Browning, a seemingly
respectable businessman who masterminds a mail-truck robbery,
betrays his getaway driver (John Cassavetes), slaps around his
shapely mistress (Angie Dickinson), and winds up perforated
by a peeved hit man (Lee Marvin). Reagan hated playing a villain
-- and didn't think much of the movie, either which made it
all the easier for him to leave showbiz for a political career.
Still, at the risk of sounding disrespectful, or subversive,
I strongly suspect he could have worked another 20 years as
a character actor if he had continued to be so good as a bad
guy. |