24 Hours

Clive Brooks and Kay Francis have a marriage that's falling apart. She is having an affair. He drinks heavily and is also having an affair with nightclub singer Miriam Hopkins. Hopkins in turn has a failing marriage to small time hood Regis Toomey. Toomey murders Hopkins while Brooks is asleep in the next room. Brooks is blamed. This pre-code crime melodrama fits a labyrinthine plot into just over an hour and still has time for Hopkins to sing two songs. They seriously do not make them like this anymore. This one's a load of fun with a batch of colorful characters all doing nasty stuff to each other. Lucille La Verne stands out as a rugged old battleaxe who does in Toomey. The film's title comes from the fact that the entire plot unfolds in only 24 hours.

What a remarkably good film! Considering the general dross that was around then, it is hard to believe that 1931 gave us something so intelligent and mature whilst still being fun to watch.

I have never yet seen an early 30s film from director Marion Gering that wasn't a cut above what most of his contemporaries were making. This early entry in his canon is no exception. Whilst his films do lack any particular identifying characteristic he constantly demonstrated sublime skill melding art with entertainment, turning imagery into storytelling and imagination into gritty realism.

This film, which all happens within a 24 hour period has everything: gangsters, adultery, snobbery, murder, alcoholism and greed all weaved moodily together as a set of intertwined love stories. Ostensibly the trials and tribulations of the four protagonists who are all from different strata of society seem very different but as this film reveals, they are all love stories. It might be love of another person, love of power, love of self of love of money but each of our four main characters discover for themselves what love is to them.

Credit must also go to cinematographer supremo Ernest Haller (who did everything in the 30s that Lee Garmes didn't! ...including GONE WITH THE WIND). With Gering he creates a wonderfully moody proto-Noir feel which changes subtly depending on which of the main protagonists' story is being told at the time to reflect the mood of that particular character - very clever.

Haller and Gering also use the camera to literally move the action forward by pushing it into the next empty set anticipating the action. This technique pioneered by Marion Gering, which was commonly used in Film Noir a decade later, gives this film a lovely fluidity which is fairly rare from the days of the early talkies

The star of this beautifully made action-romance-thriller-drama is really the sound and vision Gering and Haller give us. There are however actors! If there is one criticism it is that they are not the most charismatic bunch. They do however play their parts perfectly with complete credibility - even Kay Francis, who admittedly didn't have to do much, plays the usual Kay Francis character which is an ideal fit for this picture. Mr Gering knew the limitations of his cast so made sure none of them were out of their comfort zones.

Clive Brook (Jim) and Kay Francis (Fanny) are an upper class married couple who no longer get along with one another. They are both having affairs and part ways. Clive heads off to a down-market bar where his mistress Miriam Hopkins (Rosie) entertains middle-aged men. It's not really entertaining, though. Have you heard her sing??!! See this film and you'll understand what I mean. Anyway, she is also married. Being a singer in a dive-bar, her husband is, of course, a no-good gangster type who murders people. Say hello to Regis Toomey (Tony). Their marriage is also in difficulty and whilst she wants rid of him, Toomey wants her to take him back and give him money. The focus of the story is on Clive's storyline as he gets drunk and hangs out with Hopkins.

Whilst there is plenty of plot that is covered during this short film, unfortunately, three out of the four main characters are annoying. Clive's drunk character never gives off any personality whatsoever. He just comes across as arrogant and his unpleasantness is impossible to relate to and so it's hard to sympathize with him as the leading man. Mr boring. That leads us to the impossible scenario of Kay Francis character being totally in love with him and willing to sacrifice her own happiness to fit in with his arrogant ways. No fricking way! Her character is poorly written. Then there is Regis Toomey - again, it's impossible to relate to such a stupid character. Imagine talking to landlady Lucille La Verne like that. Something may well tell you that she might get the last laugh! The men are awful in this film. Miriam Hopkins runs the show whilst she is on screen. So, because of the cast, I'm afraid the film gets dragged down in its entertainment value to no more than a passable 'ok' status.

The other reviewers were on the mark on this one. It is an excellent Pre-Code drama. It catches you from the opening credits, superimposed over theatrical-looking models of the New York City skyline. You see the time on a big clock tower, and the 24 hours of the title starts there. All the action fits into that time frame, and the film ends with a shot of the same tower, with the same time as at the beginning. They sure fit a lot of excitement into that one-day period.

Brook and Francis are the stars of the film, but Hopkins really steals the show as the nightclub singer. You often read of Hopkins' difficult side- that she wasn't easy to work with, etc. And she and Bette Davis seem to have had a real hate-fest going (but, of course, Davis was reputed to be difficult, too). Whatever the truth of all that, I have always liked Hopkins a lot. She gave some wonderful performances, especially in that Pre-Code era. Her Ivy in "Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" is probably her best, but she was good in everything. "The Story of Temple Drake," this film, and many others. And she was great in comedy films, too. See "The Smiling Lieutenant" and "Trouble in Paradise," for example. The fact that such a master as Ernst Lubitsch put her in a number of his films says something.

Kay Francis was always good in these weepie kinds of roles. She really patented the part of the woman who is unhappy in her marriage, and looks for love elsewhere. This part is along the lines of the many films she made for Paramount and Warners, and she's very effective and believable here. I have mixed feelings about Clive Brook as an actor (as a man, he was reportedly a great guy). In many of his parts, he is the stiffest of stiff-upper lip gentlemen. As in "Shanghai Express." You kind of want to shake him, to get some kind of reaction out of him. But he was very popular at that time, and people seemed to like him. He could be very good, when he broke that frozen mask, and showed some emotion. He has a touching scene here, when he finds Hopkins the morning after his drunken adventures.

Lucille La Verne, one of the all-time great character actresses, is wonderful here, as always. She had such a distinctive face and voice. You can see why Disney used her as the model and voice of the witch in "Snow White." She was good in everything, from the woman who hides, and cheats, the down-and-out Rico in "Little Caesar," to her iconic part as the pal of Madame De Farge in "A Tale of Two Cities." You know, one of the ladies who sits knitting at the base of the guillotine, cackling and jeering as the aristocrats have their heads cut off. That part is probably the one everyone remembers her for. Her bio on IMDb.com is very interesting- a longtime legitimate stage actress, etc.

Director Gering's bio is interesting, too. A member of a Soviet delegation to the States, who stayed, and made a career for himself. He made some interesting films, too. "The Devil and the Deep," "Thirty Day Princess," and some other excellent films.

These early-Talkie films are so interesting, for a myriad of reasons. Aside from having great actors, production values, good directors, etc., they are also interesting for their historical and sociological insights into those times. It really is like peering through a kind of time- machine window, as if you're looking in on people from another era, or almost from another dimension. It really is fascinating. I also think these early sound movies, with their short running times, are like filmed short stories. Most of them run a little over an hour, and they manage to fit so much into that brief time. New movie makers could learn a lot on how to cut to the chase in such a short time, and still make a good film.

Anyway, check it out. This is a fascinating Pre-Code film, almost a blueprint for the late 40s Film Noirs. And it has some great performances.

In 24 HOURS, Clive Brook drinks, Miriam Hopkins sings, Kay Francis suffers, and Regis Toomey acts. Only two of them will survive to the end of this engrossing movie. Can those two find happiness, or at least a little recognition for their fine performances?

It's always a surprise to find a gem hiding in a shady corner of the internet, and distressing to find that the only way to discover this one is through a wanton copyright violator (now shut down). In this case -- I think the reason for the obscurity is lack of TCM exposure, and a copyright owner who has not found the hook to release an 83 year old movie, because the director isn't Wellman, Hawks, Lubitsch, Ford, or Curtiz, and the stars, while certainly well enough loved by fans of the pre-code, don't get a lot of notice today.

This is a real shame, in this case, because this one is a real find, helped by the very strong acting and a plot with a strong strain of melancholy, and sense of doom which. with the striking photography, suggests film noir. Colin Clive and Regis Toomey are responsible for a lot of arid celluloid, but in this case, the director has drawn out strong performances out of both of them. Kay Francis delivers a good performance out of the one thankless role (the suffering wife), and Miriam Hopkins does real well with the nightclub singer who has more personality than voice.

I'm sure the movie will reappear again -- as long as copyright owners bury their lest well-known product -- violators of 80 year old copyrights will flourish. But, really, this one deserves a reissue in a shining new print. Olive Films? Criterion Collection? TCM? Universal? How about it?