Cry of the Hunted

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.

I actually enjoyed this film more than I expected. In contrast to other reviews here, I thought the writing was quite snappy and entertaining. I thought the cast was good in all the major roles and the chemistry between the characters was strong.

In particular, Barry Sullivan was a good leading man, and his relationship with his wife (Polly Bergen) was good. I haven't seen many films with those two so it was interesting to see them. I believe that Polly is the mother of Candace Bergen, and you can see some resemblance in her face and attitude.

Vittorio Gassman and William Conrad were also strong supporting roles.

It's not the best noir, but certainly worth seeing. I'm so glad I was able to find it on You Tube since my local library and my local video store had no copies of it....

Barry Sullivan, Vittorio Gassman, William Conrad, and Polly Bergen star in "Cry of the Hunted" from 1953.

Jory (Gassman) is housed in the state penitentiary, and the Warden wants the head of maximum security, Tunner (Sullivan), to convince Jory to reveal the name of his cohorts in a robbery.

After a huge physical altercation between Tunner and Jory, Jory agrees to name his fellow criminals. On his way to the DA's office, attached to Officer Goodwin (Conrad), there's a car accident, and Jory escapes. As others have mentioned, it's similar to the Fugitive scenario.

The warden sends Tunner to the Louisiana bayou, Jory's home, to find and return him to prison. No one explains Gassman's Italian accent, though I guess it's supposed to pass for perhaps Creole.

Jory manages to elude both Tunner and the local sheriff. When Tunner finally catches up with Jory, he agrees to return to prison if he can have some time with his wife (Mary Zavian). Tunner agrees.

While alone with Ella, Jory learns he's the father of a young son, and then, taunted by Ella, refuses to go with Tunner. Ella prompty bashes Tunner over the head.

Tunner, delerious, drinks swamp water and winds up in the hospital. Goodwin and Tunner's wife (Bergen) come to the hospital. Tunner will not allow Goodwin to take over the case. The two set out on the bayou in a boat to search for Jory.

This is a small film, directed by the very excellent Joseph H. Lewis, so he makes the most of the film's budget and locations.

The relationship between Jory and Tanner is the real story - they both respect one another, they are both in love with their wives, and they both have a sense of honor.

It's not perfect, but with the direction and acting, it's very good. The handsome Gassman was truly the Olivier of Italy, and throughout his career won many awards. He's very sympathetic. Sullivan turns in his usual solid performance.

It was apparent to me that at least in the first scenes, Polly Bergen's dialogue was looped. Turns out it was looped, all right, by another actress. Why, I don't know. It was a distraction for me because I hate dubbing.

There is a dream sequence while Tunner is hallucinating - it really could and should have been left out.

Nonetheless, worth watching.

First, don't confound this film with other "swamp" films: SWAMP WATER, LURE OF THE WILDERNESS and LURE OF THE SWAMP. This scheme, this topic reminds me something, what about you? Replace Vittorio Gassman by David Janssen and you'll rapidly know what I mean by this. But there are some differences though, Gassman's character is guilty of what he is accused of, and Barry Sullivan's role is more sympathetic than the Javert - from Victor Hugo's Les Miserables - like character of THE FUGITIVE. But the most important thing for me is the relationship between Barry Sullivan - the cop - and the fugitive. Some kind of relationship between friendship, very subtle, and of course adversity. Actually, Sullivan has here the reverse role he had in SEVEN WAYS FROM SUNDOWN, co starring Audie Murphy, where Murphy was the Ranger chasing Sullivan the fugitive. There was also this kind of strange companionship between two of them. This Jo Lewis film is very good, maybe not as excellent as GUN CRAZY, but really worth watching. Made for MGM. If you like bayou, swamp stories, I advise an episode from SCHLITZ PLAYHOUSE TV show, an episode called RABBIT'S FOOT, starring Stephen mc Nally.

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.