Cry of the Hunted

It is funny, because when I started watching this film, I told a friend, "This film is so old, Polly Bergen sounds feminine." Then I read in trivia her voice is dubbed. William Conrad runs uphill, which is the only amazing thing about this film. I've forgotten the rest. Nice shot of the old Bunker Hill though.

Decent escaped convict pic. Joseph H Lewis, one of the auteurists' favorite 1950s directors, does a fairly good job, on a low budget (as per usual), of making the viewer forget that he or she is looking at the MGM back lot and not Bayou country. And the relationship between Vittorio Gassman and Barry Sullivan is nicely handled as well, with two of the best homo erotic fight scenes until the wrestling match in "Women In Love" came along. On the debit side you have a clunky screenplay by someone named Jack (I need an E) Leonard that, while providing some decent by play between William Conrad and Sullivan, severely truncates the ending so that the conflict between these two co workers, much more interesting, in my opinion, than the one between Sullivan and Gassman, is left unresolved. Most unsatisfying. And I concur with an earlier reviewer who observed that the female characters are either annoyingly perky (Polly Bergen) or annoyingly histrionic (Mary Zavian). Bottom line: I'd rather be watching Ray or Fuller. C plus.

LA cops Barry Sullivan and William Conrad pursue Cajun Vittorio Gassman into the deadly bayous of Louisiana.

With Joseph H. Lewis directing, you know you're going to get some interesting compositions, and some silly shots too. The latter occurs early on, when they're pursuing a suspect, who jumps on Angel's Flight and rides it to the top, while Conrad runs up beside it and emerges onto the street, not even breathing hard. Mostly though it's about Sullivan, am honest cop whom Gassman respects, while Conrad works over a witness who won't answer his questions -- just out of camera range, while Sullivan looks disgusted. That and strange Cajun culture and stock shots of alligator pulled from TRADER HORN. It's a good programmer, although a bit naive, looking back almost 70 years.

If anyone noticed Cry Of The Hunted at least it seemed to me to be a remake of a film did by MGM in 1852, The Wild North. That's where Stewart Granger plays a fugitive fur trapper in the Yukon and Wendell Corey the Mountie out to get his man.

The location moves a few thousand miles south to the Louisiana bayou where Cajun prisoner Vittorio Gassmann escapes cop William Conrad and heads for the bayou swamp which he knows.

Another cop Barry Sullivan takes it as a personal insult that Gassman escaped since he tried to befriend him and goes after him despite warnings from the locals that there's parts of the bayou they don't go into.

Most of the film is Sullivan and Gassman alone and they talk a lot as each tries to figure the other out. Polly Bergen has a good turn as Sullivan's wife.

Best in the film Mary Zavian as Gassman's woman and one deadly Cajun temptress. Her scenes are worth the wait.

A small marvel - but Warning: Swamp Proof Cigarettes...!

Seems there may be some viewers with expectations that are too high for small-budget works and maybe far too many pseudo-psychologists floating around to really do us much good...After reading certain comments I just about gave up taking the time to view this curious movie. It was the interesting title, combined with a marvelous cast and hard-working direction that convinced me, I had to at least watch it out of curiosity. What I saw took me by surprise, so much so I had to look further into how this little film could look so remarkable on such a modest budget.

The crew behind this overlooked gem, all surprisingly turn out to be veteran award winners! Cinematographer: the Russian-born Oscar-nominated Harold Lipstein (Pal Joey '57) ~ Art Direction: by no less than multiple award winner Cedric Gibbons along with fellow award winner Malcolm Brown. ~ Set Decoration: again by a multiple award winner: Edwin B. Willis and Oscar-nominated Ralph S. Hurst. ~ Film Editor: Oscar winner Conrad A. Nerving (Tale of Two Cities '35) ~ Special Effects: by A. Arnold Gillespie (Wizard of Oz '39) and Warren Newcombe (Singin In The Rain '53) both these men also multiple award winners! ~ In the Sound dept: none other than Douglas Shearer, yet another multiple award winner. How could this film not look anything but rather impressive? Still, some viewers expected more!

Add to the above a top cast with awards that just keep on coming: Vittorio Gassman as Jory, the desperate man on the run, a performer with honors stacked upon honors (Bitter Rice '49,Barabbas '61) ~ Emmy winner Polly Bergin: as the Detective's wife. ~ Barry Sullivan the Emmy nominated, constantly reliable performer, known for numerous strong roles (The Bad and the Beautiful '52) as the earnest detective totally dedicated to serving incorruptible justice.~ William Conrad as the sadistically inclined assistant to Sullivan (who also has his eye on his partner's job).

A couple of the support characters offer a not so subtle statement on some low-grade law enforcement attitudes - especially those to be found in backwoods counties during this era. It's here we find a good performance by reliable veteran, Harry Shannon as a very 'suss' sheriff. All this huge talent is then masterly guided by the highly-skilled and underrated winner of the distinguished Hollywood Film Artist award: Joseph H. Lewis.

As Director, Lewis has taken a screenplay by Jack Leonard who garnished an Oscar nomination just the year before with "The Narrow Margin". For this follow-up story, equally laced with observant comments and smart one-liners, Lewis turns it into a taught, exciting Bayou manhunt between two men with a high level of respect for each other's integrity (gained from earlier legal dealings) but,are now on opposing sides of justice.

I note that there are certain liberated Film Commentators who in retrospect - would now have us believe the men of this story are sexually attracted to each other...why so?, well seems it's because of the respect these men demonstrate toward each other (all fully understandable within the context of the story) - Consider one situation: after one has saved the other from a grueling certain death in quicksand they then, wait for it.... sit exhausted and quietly 'share' a pipe! "Hello"... I've heard of imagination but maybe these folk might consider using it with perhaps,a little more observance of cinematic intellect...?

Examining this aspect further; it's a documented fact that tobacco product manufacturers targeted personalities, filmmakers, actors, etc - 'donating' hundreds of thousands of dollars to ensure they would make all forms of smoking appear glamorous, and desirable, for both sexes of any age...Many times throughout the 30s -60s, foolish scenes (like the one being singled out in this film) would be deliberately 'written into' the screenplay for the sake of extra funding. In this particular case, it could not have been more obvious IE: - This pipe and tobacco had been crushed, immersed in swamp water, covered in mud (and quicksand!) but still they 'light-up' to pacify the weary heroes!.

Recent critiques I have read from Alain Silver, Elizabeth Ward & Eddie Muller, don't seem to take these facts into consideration - instead, they quite simply interpret such actions as being homosexual tendencies! Should we perhaps expect a little better from these folk...or is this simply about pushing another agenda - who can tell?

Now getting back to better ideas; There are a couple of particularly striking scenes...one where a swamp fever-infected, delusional Sullivan, suffers what can only be seen as a spectacular and rather frightening hallucination. This sequence is designed and executed by first-class artists and is vividly convincing.

Another involves Sullivan and his partner who, while taking refuge in an abandoned swamp Cemetery, come into contact with a demented mourner, quite chilling in its Shakespearian feel and quality. Apart from a few minor script potholes (typical of the era) this work needs to be looked at through eyes that understand the limitations these major/minor projects were forced to overcome and did so quite handsomely.

TCM has given us yet another lost gem - the image quality of the Australian print was not as good as others being screened so, very pleased to see W. B. Archives have now released it on DVD -while it's only a M. O. D. The quality is good.

Like small-budget classic dramas? ~ then this could be for you.