My Son John

Made in 1952 at the height of the McCarthy era Red Scare when studio chiefs were scurrying to prove their patriotism and disavow rumors of Communist infiltrators in their midst while members of the Senate's House Un-American Affairs Committee (HUAC) were clamoring for their heads, this unintentionally hilarious howler rivals "Reefer Madness" and "The Green Berets" in its sanctimonious dissemination of moralistic disinformation.

Robert Walker plays "My Son John" Jefferson, whom you recognize immediately as an insidious Commie agent because he creeps like a rat through the shadows wearing a long overcoat with the collar turned up and a broad-brimmed hat pulled down over his eyes, passing secret papers to similarly dressed fifth columnists at night behind Washington monuments.

But John is more than stealthful and insidious: he is sarcastic to his priest (Frank McHugh) and disrespectful to his long-suffering mother (Helen Hayes), which motivates his father (Dean Jagger) to beat him over the head with the family Bible as John kneels at his feet. (Dr. Freud, please put down your note pad). When the family physician (Minor Watson) explains that research scientists are guided by Divine Inspiration while searching for cures to diseases and John sneers, "I see - He hides things and then He helps us find them!" one wonders exactly to whom (or against whom) this propaganda is directed.

"If you don't like your Uncle Sammy," thunders Dean Jagger, former Doughboy, thumping his chest and marching around the living room, "Go back to your home o'er the sea!" - an obvious warning to any fellow traveling pinkos sitting in the audience (or hiding behind studio typewriters), wearing long overcoats with their collars turned up and broad-brimmed hats pulled down low over their eyes.

We don't watch movies to seek out their faults and laugh at their foibles: we want to enjoy them. Suspension of disbelief and a generous tolerance allows us to accept most films of the 30's, 40's and 50's at face value; as we would overlook the primitive special effects of those decades compared to those of our own; as we ignore the fact that clouds don't move on sound stages and the spokes of wagon wheels always seem to be revolving backwards. But it's difficult, if not impossible, to take this silly, pedantic film seriously. Obviously the director and the actors responsible for its production did not, or they would have used their talents (which are formidable) to make a better picture.

When you tire of scoffing, you will lament the waste of talent: Helen Hayes was the First Lady of the American Theater; Robert Walker was one of the finest up and coming young actors of his generation, equally gifted in both drama and comedy; Dean Jagger, Frank McHugh, and Minor Watson were top notch supporting players for over 40 years, from the early talkies well into their old age; and the legendary Leo McCarey, whose long list of screen credits includes "Duck Soup" with the Marx Brothers, and "Going My Way" with Bing Crosby, for which he won the Best Director Oscar in 1945, was also the genius who introduced Mr. Laurel to Mr. Hardy.

This film is not available on either VHS or DVD and to my knowledge is never, shown on TV. It's been years, indeed, decades, since I last saw it. One question, that the film makes no attempt to answer, continues to linger: what was there about John's God-fearing, patriotic upbringing by his overbearing but obviously loving parents that made him join that Communist Party which was so committed to the violent overthrow of American middle-class society and values?

Apparently, (from the other reviews) if you haven't seen the movie and you are a Communist apologist, you hate the movie, the actors, the script. Too bad for you.

McCarthyism is not the opposite of communism. McCarthy was wrong, but the Red threat was real. There were, and probably still are, communist agents actively working in America. It's history. Go look it up and stop crying.

This is a story of a mother whose heart is breaking because her son is a communist. We don't know much about him, but we know he is a communist. The story isn't about him. It's about the mother and her anguish.

Personally, I started to watch it because of the commie angle. There isn't much. I continued to watch it because of Hayes. I don't watch chick flicks, but my lord, she pulls at your heart strings.

Overall, I found it mildly interesting. The actors are terrific. The story was almost non-existent, despite the pinko protests of bashing the commies. Poor, poor commies.

There is a guy named John who is being followed. His mama notices. She finds out he is a commie. She cries. John is torn between mama and his goal of destroying America. She cries. John searches his soul. She cries. John is torn: How can I do my commie stuff if mama is always crying. Oh, the horror, the pathos.

One more time, kiddies: McCarthyism was wrong. Communism was a real threat. Kruschev wanted to nuke us. George Bernard Shaw thought it was right for the "state" to put to death anyone who did not contribute enough. Mao killed 70 million. Stalin killed 40 million. Add in Italy, the Balkans, Hungary, Poland, Austria, Vietnam, Laos, etc., etc., etc. Communists killed more people than Hitler. They killed before Hitler and after him. Even when Hitler was actively killing people, the communists were killing at a rate three times faster. Just counting the Jews, Russia killed more of them during World War II than Hitler.

This won't be a movie that I watch again. There's no action. The commies just talk. They had enough raincoats, but they didn't fill them with people like Bogart. He would have shot all of those dirty commies. He might even have slapped mama for crying so much.

This movie is known as a "propaganda" film because it has a point of view that the US Govt. approved of. If you choose to believe that Hollywood deliberately put out movies to support our government, you are free to do so. But if you have a brain in your head, I'm sure you realize that Hollywood puts out movies solely to make money. They thought that this movie would sell. The commie threat was big in the news. It was everywhere. They used it for their gain.

Nowadays, the communist threat is not as virulent, and the pinkos are more amusing than annoying. I just hope that they do not start apologizing for bin Laden and the other idiots who now attack America.

Keep your Papa Joe nightlight. Keep your Che t-shirt. Keep reading your little red book from the Chairman. You can deny history as much as you want. As for me, I'm sticking with Thomas Paine, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson and Captain America.

I have been watching movies for 35 years and follow listings, VHS and DVD releases, and this is one I have YET to come across. Does anyone know WHY it isn't available in some form or the other? Is it lost? Does it need restoration? The content, while out of date, nevertheless, isn't the main issue. It's that this film needs to be seen. What good are films, such as this one, "Porgy and Bess," "The Constant Nymph," etc tied up in estates for no one to see and pass opinions on? I wish there were a website of "unavailable films" where one could reference why certain ones are never heard from. Cable channels too many times show the same films over and over again but never ones that need to be seen.

Somewhat paranoiac drama looking at the perceived communist threat in the 40s and 50s. Overwrought in both direction and performance-Helen Hayes in particular seems on the very verge throughout the film. Walker died suddenly during the making of the film and his performance was completed by cobbling together outtakes from Strangers on a Train and the use of a stand-in in some scenes, its easy to pick out most of the these and it cast an odd melancholy pall over the picture. More of an interesting artifact of a troubled time in US history than a good example of film making. McCarey could be an exceptional director who made many fine films and possessed a few Oscars but he is decidedly off his game here. A strange experience.

I watched it on TCM last evening; first time I've seen it in thirty years. Enjoyed it even more this time. Though Ms. Hayes turns on the tears a lot, there are also some finely nuanced scenes from her.

"My Son John" is neither mawkish or camp, my opinion. In context of the times, lack of any espionage storyline is easy to understand. Simply being a Commie was John's ultimate betrayal of his family; anything he did as Soviet agent was secondary to that.

A fun thing to watch for in this movie is the wealth of veiled references to Mrs. Jefferson's menopause all through the film. Heck, it even serves as sort of plot device in a climactic scene near the end.

Those seeking anti-Communist camp would be better served with John Wayne's "Big Jim McLain" released the same year.

"My Son John" is only partly a Cold War cautionary tale. It's mostly a family drama of inter-generational estrangement, with some education based class friction thrown in. Oh yeah, and LOTS and LOTS of menopause. I really enjoyed watching it.