Film Review
One of the true classics of film noir,
D.O.A. employs some of the most
devious twists and turns the genre has ever known to deliver a film
that almost drowns in its bleak nihilism and tortuous labyrinthine
complexity. The foreboding tracking sequence which accompanies
the opening credits, in which a man, shot from behind, walks
purposefully through a maze of deserted corridors, sets the story up
brilliantly, providing a strong visual motif for what it is to
follow. The flashback narrative is then used to brilliant effect
to allow the man, who calmly pronounces himself dead on arrival (hence
the title), to tell his story. The film lives up to the promise
of this remarkable intro by delivering an elaborate, well-constructed
thriller that will have you on the edge of your seat right up until
very last shot.
D.O.A. was directed with
consummate skill by Rudolph Maté, his second
foray into the murky world of film
noir after the nearly as good psycho-drama
The Dark Past (1948).
Before becoming a director in the late 1940s, Maté was one of
Hollywood's most esteemed cinematographers, with credits ranging from
the classic Laurel and Hardy comedy
Our Relations (1936) to the
highly regarded Orson Welles thriller
The Lady from Shanghai (1947),
via Hitchcock's
Foreign Correspondent
(1940).
The Austrian-born Maté began his career in the silent era,
notably working on Carl Theodor Dreyer's
La Passion de Jeanne d'Arc
(1928). The influence of German expressionism can be seen in his
work, as both cinematographer and film director. The main
artistic strength of
D.O.A.
is its atmospheric lighting and camerawork, which lend an aura of
oppression and doom that is entirely appropriate for a film noir,
particularly one in which we know the central protagonist faces an
ineluctable death. This was one of the first classic films noirs
to venture outside the studio and make extensive use of real locations,
something that adds greatly to the realism of the story, whilst
allowing for the inclusion of some spectacular action sequences.
In true film noir fashion, the plot ultimately becomes so horrendously
convoluted that it becomes impossible to follow all of its many
twists and turns, but this does not matter. The film's narrative
complexity is really no more than a device to heighten the tension and
lure us further and further into the chaotic universe of the main
character as he uses what little time he has left to solve the mystery
of his impending death and take his revenge. The metaphor of a
fly being drawn inexorably in towards the heart of spider's web fits
most classic film noir thrillers, but it is particularly apt for this
one, the spider being not a human adversary, but death itself.
Edmond O'Brien brings both poignancy and harrowing conviction to his
portrayal of Bigelow, a humdrum accountant who, with a healthy dose of
film noir irony, discovers a sudden new lease of life when he knows
that his days, or rather his hours, are numbered. (The irony is
that before he was poisoned, Bigelow's existence had been a living
death, lacking meaning and direction.) O'Brien's bravura
performance energises the film and intensifies its frenetic pace in the
last thirty minutes or so as the narrative accelerates towards its
fantastic denouement. The only other stand-out performance is
provided by Neville Brand, who is spine-chilling as the psychopathic
henchman with a nice line in sadistic banter. Don't be put off by
the bland 1988 remake. The original
D.O.A. is a stylish masterpiece of
film noir intrigue, beautifully crafted and as slick and intense as any
film which the genre has ever produced.
© James Travers 2010
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Film Synopsis
A man walks into an urban police station to report his own
murder. He is Frank Bigelow, an accountant from a small
Californian town who recently went missing after learning he had
ingested a fatal dose of a luminous poison. Knowing that he only
had a few hours left to live, Frank set himself the mission of finding
those who were responsible for killing him, to exact some kind of
vengeance. If only he hadn't decided to take a vacation in San
Francisco... If only he hadn't gone off to a nightclub with
strangers he met at his hotel... If he had stayed in his
hometown, he might have settled down and married his adoring girlfriend
Paula, and none of this would have happened. Instead, he is a
dying man, fighting a solitary crusade to hunt down his killer.
Ironically, it is Paula who provides him with his first lead. The
man who had been trying to contact him at his office a few days ago has
just committed suicide. Convinced that this man's death is in
some way linked to his own calamity, Frank begins his investigation in
earnest. But time is fast running out...
© James Travers
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