Hell's Island

All the Classic Stuff is Here for a Sorta Exiting-Wounded Film-Noir, a Genre Forced Out of the Minds of Film-Makers and Audiences...

Pushed to the More Family and Living Room-Friendly by the "Powers that Be".

Starting Around 1950 Forces Seen and Unseen (the Puppet Masters), were Manipulating in Motion, Trying to Coral the American Herd Toward the Oncoming "Eisenhower-Era" that Shunned the "Dark Stuff" of Pop-Culture...

Targeting Film-Noir, Rock 'n Roll, and Comic Books, to Name 3 Big-Ones, and By Hook and by Crook They Managed to (for the Good of us all) Changed...

Film-Noir into "Police-Procedural"......Rock 'n Roll from its Black and Hillbilly Roots into "White-Bread-Teen Idols", with about as much "Soul" as an Infantry-Soldiers Boots, and Finally......the Dark, Violent, Ghastly and the Wonderfully "Arty" Very Popular Comics, Like the Infamous "E. C.'s...into Saintly, Sappy, and Not-as-Much-Fun..."Code-Comics" that were Without an Edge, Insufferable.

This Phil Karlson Directed 1955 "Film-Noir", Starring John Payne and Mary Murphy , could be Looked-Upon as a Homage, an Old-Timey Look- Back to the Pure-Noir Days Before the "Death-Warrant" became Official and was Now Taking its "Last Bow".

Karlson is Considered One of the Best-B-Movie Directors and His Filmography is Stunningly Impressive and Here He Knows what He is Doing.

This is the Twilight Time of Film-Noir, the Ingredients are Here but the Packaging is "New", Ordered by those more "$$$$" Focused, with "Art" a Secondary, if any, Concern.

Shot in Vista-Vision, Nothing Says Tightly-Bound and Claustrophobic Like a Wide-Screen......Photographed in Technicolor, Nothing Says Encompassing, Threatening, and Inescapable Shadows Like All the Colors of the Rainbow.

Karlson, and Crew, to Their Credit, Recognized the Power of What Film-Noir Delivered and its, at the Time Waning Want from the "Big Brother" Types, and "Hell's Island" UN-Apologetically Delivers what Fans of Film-Noir Love and Respect from Their "Bastard-Child", Organic Rebel-Genre.

But, 5 Years or so After the Push to Purge Pure Film-Noir from Existence this was What Resulted and it is a Good Representation of the Walking-Dead Films-Noir of its Day.

Fans would have to Pay Their Respects and Wait for it's Resurrection in what became Known as "Neo-Noir" and Start the Cycle Reborn and "Rebooted".

Note...It's been reported from numerous sources that a "Good" Print of the Movie is hard to find...it's certainly worth a restoration and a "New-Look". Because it is a sign-post for the State-of-the-Art for Film-Noir in 1955. Historically it is worth a watch and deserves, considering all that was said above, makes it a prime-cut that should not be over-looked.

After 99 River Street and Kansas City Confidential, world-weary bruiser John Payne teams up with director Phil Karlson for Hell's Island, this time in VistaVision (Payne apparently had the foresight to see that television would become a profitable market for color films). After being jilted, Payne drank himself out of a job in the L.A. district attorney's office and now serves as bouncer in a Vegas casino. A wheelchair-bound stranger (Francis L. Sullivan) engages him to locate a ruby that disappeared in a Caribbean plane crash; the bait is that it may be in the possession of the woman (Mary Murphy) who jilted him. Payne flies off to Santo Rosario and into a web of duplicity at whose center Murphy waits (she does the "femme" better than she does the "fatale," however). There's a splendid moment when she shuts up her doors and draws the curtains on the memory of her rich busband, now in a penal colony across the subtropical waters for supposedly causing the deadly crash. The movie's texture is spun from Payne's carrying a torch that fails to illuminate the amplitude of clues and warning signals all around him. Professionally done if not especially memorable, Hell's Island remains an enjoyable color noir -- the Payne/Karlson combo rarely disappoints.

John Payne was engaged to Mary Murphy. She left him for a rich man, so Payne replaced her with a dive into the bottle. Eventually he came out of it as a bouncer in a Vegas gambling casino in a tux. Francis L. Sullivan offers him $5000 to go to a small Caribbean island, where Miss Murphy's husband has a very expensive gem belonging to Sullivan, and is in prison for murdering a man.

It's a color film noir of the beat-them-up variety, complete with Payne waking up in a cell with sharks around... providing a link from melodramas to James Bond. Payne had spent the 1930s and 1940s as a contract player, but as he aged, he moved into more violent roles, with some nice work that kept him in the leading man category, but not quite a major star. He was the first Hollywood figure to be sufficiently interested in James Bond to option one of the novels. His movie career ended in the 1960s and he spent the rest of his career doing high-profile guest shots on TV. He died at age 77 in 1989.

We begin with a scene under the opening credits where a man (John Payne) is being held at gunpoint by a man in a wheelchair and his cronies. What's going on? Turns out the one being held up is a former D.A. assistant, now a bouncer, hired to retrieve a missing ruby on a Caribbean island, where he knows his ex-girlfriend (Mary Murphy) is. When he gets there and sees her in a market, she runs away. He finds out that there is intrigue aplenty and his ex is possibly in it up to her neck. Can he trust her?

This was a decent one, the third of three teamings of John Payne with director Phil Karlson. (first was Kansas City Confidential, second was 99 River Street) It uses a lot of familiar elements from other noirs and does so mostly successfully. I found the story kinda bogged down here and there, but is generally solid. Some good action and surprises.

The other two movies I mentioned are better, especially the mighty K.C.C., but this is still worth a look, especially if you enjoy Payne as a tough guy.

As an aside, Mary Murphy sure can walk away!



*the lovely actress, not the incredibly annoying screeching woman on those dance shows!

Looks like Paramount decided to make a version of The Maltese Falcon (1941), in Vista Vision, no less. Frankly, I would have preferred good old b&w for the noir material, but then who's going to leave their new-fangled 1955 TV for more b&w. The plot may be familiar— a ruthless spider woman tricks a fall guy for insurance money– but it's still slickly done. Then too, Payne grimaces appropriately as schemes unfold around him, while Murphy looks the part of a deadly bon-bon. Still, she lacks that inner spider dimension that Mary Astor revealed so tellingly in the original. And what about ex-wrestler Sandor Szabo as what else but a gruesome thug.

I had trouble following all the twists and turns of who did what to whom, but I guess it all got explained in the wrap. Too bad production didn't work in more raw evil since director Karlson can really make you feel it. No this is no Phenix City Story (1955) or Kansas City Confidential (1952), the culmination of Karlson's career, at least in my little book. But the results are still engaging, thanks to Payne, a sensually recumbent Murphy, and a fat guy not named Sydney Greenstreet.