Parrish

This is a semi-guilty pleasure. In some ways it retains the sheen and talents at the waning days of the big studio machine, and that's a plus. It's soapy, melodramatic and over-the-top, which is certainly entertaining if you don't look for Art with a capital A. And there is a visual lushness in the cinematography not to mention the emphasis on physical lushness, eg Troy Donahue and Diane McBain, and some of the other characters, all dressed to the nines in suits, ties, contrasting sharp vests, crinolined party dresses, preppy red v-neck sweaters backdropped against a blue sky on an impossibly handsome blond Adonis. I can't even say anymore if Troy Donahue is a good actor. I just like watching and listening to him, and I think he does have a certain conviction- his earnestness - which lends authenticity to his performances. Others call him wooden. I think he's more than good, and under-rated. (And my eyes can't get enough of his physical beauty.) Then there's Diane McBain, who I scantly know but is right up there with Donahue - breathtakingly beautiful. Claudette is okay, but the part itself is anachronistic and annoying - a bit long-suffering and stoic, as her parts often are - in a role that demands she ignore a cruel, brutish, crass man she marries. And rounding out the pluses, I love Max Steiner's lush, anachronistic score. The negatives do abound: the script is a bit shrill and melodramatic, which you expect of soap operas of that period. I can't decide if Karl Malden is dynamic or excessive, though he's always effective. Connie Steven was never my perky cup of tea. Dean Jagger caught my attention as a gentle father-figure, and touched me deeply. Ultimately, my feelings are colored by the bias of nostalgia. I very young when it was released, and have some residual nostalgia for what I remember and miss from that era. Someone twenty years old would find it mostly silly, I think.

Director Delmer Daves also adapted Mildred Savage's sprawling novel about four adjoining tobacco farms in New England, and the love, lust and sabotage which occurs there. Troy Donahue is the stilted, inert title-named lothario who arrives in town with his mother, a dignified Claudette Colbert (in her theatrical bow); Connie Stevens, Diane McBain, and Sharon Hugueny are Donahue's love interests; Karl Malden is the tyrannical stepfather and boss from hell. Beautifully filmed by Harry Stradling, but the heated melodrama is engineered to be overwrought (Daves probably wouldn't have it any other way!). It's actually more involving than it has any right to be, though the narrative (spanning several years) is ridiculously rushed along in the third act, and the romantic clinches are so florid they generate some unintended laughs. **1/2 from ****

I recall a review of this one in which the cinematographer, Harry Stradling, Sr., was given high marks for his very classy showcasing of the young Diane McBain's ravishingly blonde beauty. She gave a riveting performance in this one, amidst some rather high-powered competition from the likes of Karl Malden, Dean Jagger, Claudette Colbert, and Connie Stevens getting some well-earned sympathy as a poor young thing besotted with her yearning for pretty-boy Troy Donahue. Miss McBain's filmography is a sorry testament to how Hollywood could take an extraordinarily attractive young actress, possessed of some genuine talent, and misuse and disuse her until everyone within the industry eventually believed that she had nothing worthwhile to offer.

The story was quite a mish-mash and I remember being quite upset that the lovely Miss Colbert had come out of retirement to play a role that reinforced the old cliche that "It's a man's world and you women better kowtow or else!" I wanted her to give that greedy old brute, mercilessly enacted by Karl Malden, and his bullying sons some kind of a comeuppance, which certainly shouldn't have been beyond the screenwriters, whose contrivances were about as convoluted as one could get away with before the revolutions in social mores, just a few years away when this was filmed, overwhelmed us.

But it's a guilty pleasure nevertheless. Delmer Daves really knew how to maneuver the elements to give audiences back then a good measure of mindless satisfaction. It's worth a not-too-demanding look-see.

Connie Stevens in her hayday with her old nose and delightful presence.A charmer as Lucy the bad girl with the heart of gold. Diane Mc Bain stunningly beautiful and a gifted actress at her best. Claudette Colbert utterly elegant,charming and a great performance as the single Mother. Dean Jagger strong but sensitive in his portrayal. Karl Malden the epitome of an actor doing his craft. Troy Donahue was so-so.Not a good actor but looking good at this point in time.Warren Beatty would have been perfect in this role as Parrish. Max Steiner the musical genius of this film.The music was captivating and gave the story that extra specialness.The film score was four stars here.

There is an extreme close-up of Diane McBain fairly early in the picture, when she runs into Troy on the lawn of the manor house. It is still one of the most beautiful close-ups I have seen, ever. It never fails to take my breath away, even when I know its coming.

McBain was equally beautiful in "Claudelle English". Of the three women, McBain, Connie Stevens and Sharon Hugeny, it is Connie who takes the acting honors. She was even better in her follow up, "Susan Slade".

How strange that McBain's career would end with weird films like "Thunder Alley" and "Mini-Skirt Mob". By then her acting was excellent and there is a powerful scene in "Mini" when she describes a snake eating a mouse. But her looks had become shockingly hard.

Connie became more and more beautiful, but too Vegas and cartoon-like to play real people.