Film Review
'That's life', laments Al Roberts, the doomy protagonist of Edgar G.
Ulmer's bleakly fatalistic noir masterpiece
Detour. 'Whichever way you turn,
Fate sticks out a foot to trip you up.' Unfortunately for poor
Al, Fate turns out to be a psychopathic millipede with a decidedly sick
sense of humour. Film noir has a reputation for looking on the
dark side of life, but
Detour
takes things to an extreme that borders on morbid absurdity, helped
along by a plot that is so grim and contrived that it makes classical
Greek tragedy look like a low-key drawing room comedy. For Ulmer,
a stylistic genius spurned by Hollywood's more respectable studios and
forced to eke out a thrifty existence in Poverty Row, the film
represents a high watermark, a B-movie that is now so well-regarded
that it rates as one of the greatest of all films noirs. It is
tragic that the director who crafted such stylish films as this
and the equally impressive
Bluebeard (1944)
should end up having to make films like
Beyond the Time Barrier (1960)
and
The Amazing Transparent Man (1960)
on a virtually non-existent budget.
Detour is the best of five
films which paired Tom Neal, an amateur boxer-turned actor, with
B-movie diva Ann Savage. Whilst far from being bereft of talent,
neither actor had what it took to become a major Hollywood star and
most of their films deserve the obscurity that time, that great arbiter
of good taste, has seen fit to confer upon them. However, in
Detour, their casting is
impeccable, their roles perfectly aligned with their acting styles and
contrasting personas. Edgar Ulmer's penchant for delivering moody
atmospherics on a virtually non-existent budget is often cited as the
reason why the film holds up so well, in spite of its many obvious
technical imperfections, but just as important is the casting in the
lead roles of two actors who were born to play the parts of Al and
Vera, two halves of cinema's bloodiest sadomasochistic double act.
It hardly comes as a surprise to discover that Tom Neal's own personal
life was so closely reflected in the experiences of his character in
Detour. Al Roberts is one of
life's born losers, a man who passively accepts the disasters that life
throws at him and likes nothing better than to wallow in self-pity,
blaming Fate for being a mean old bastard instead of taking control of
his life. Neal may not have been quite so pathetic and submissive
as his screen alter ego but he was still a loser, owing mainly to his
susceptibility to sexual jealousy. Following a mostly lacklustre
career in Hollywood, Neal ended up being blacklisted when he beat up
another actor, Franchot Tone, after his on-and-off lover Barbara Payton
ditched him forTone. Necessity drove him to earn his crust as a
gardener, but then he ended up being arrested for the murder of his
third wife Gale Bennett in 1965, who died in circumstances not too
dissimilar to those depicted at the end of
Detour.
After serving six years for manslaughter, Neal died within a year of
his release from prison, aged 58. The sardonic line about Fate sticking
out a foot must have reverberated in Neal's head for many years after
he delivered it in Ulmer's film.
Judging by how easily the personality of Al Roberts sits on Tom Neal you
might expect the actor to see a lot of himself in the character, the
most solid and believable that Neal brought to the screen. At no
point do we feel any sympathy for him, however. Rather, we take
great pleasure from his slow descent into Hell, especially when the
most deliciously vile of all femmes fatales enters his life and makes
mincemeat of the spineless lump of beefsteak that is so keen to land
itself on the butcher's chopping board. It's the kind of
amusement we derive from watching a spider cocoon and then devour an
innocent little fly caught in her web. Al is dead long before he
meets Vera, and watching his torment in the hands of a vicious sadist
is something that can hardly fail to gratify our baser instincts.
Everything about the film compels us to revel in Al's distress
as he sinks deeper and deeper into the mire.
In what would become the defining role of her career, Ann Savage lives
up to her name with a vengeance, relishing the choice role of a
predatory dominatrix who, having found an easy victim, just doesn't
know when to stop when the instinct to torture and humilate asserts
itself. Vera gets almost as much enjoyment out of ripping Al to
shreds as Al seems to get from playing the mauled sheep, and it's hard
not to notice the sizzling sexual tension between the characters as
they lay into each other, Al lashing out vainly with weary sarcasm as
Vera spits mouthfuls of acid into his face as she crushes the living
manhood out of him. It's a marriage made in Hell, and boy do they
seem to be having a good time. When Fate sticks out that foot of
hers, she certainly knows what she's doing.
© James Travers 2015
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Film Synopsis
Al Roberts works as a piano player in a two-bit New York nightclub with
his girlfriend Sue, an aspiring singer. The two plan to marry but
Sue, confident she is star material, leaves Al to try to make a name
for herself in Hollywood. Several solitary nights later, Al
decides to join his sweetheart in California, hitchhiking his way
across country with the little money he has in his possession.
Charles Haskell Jr offers Al a lift to Los Angeles in his swanky
convertible but before they reach their destination Haskell dies
suddenly from his heart condition. Fearing that he may be blamed
for the man's death, Al hides his body, takes his clothes and
identification papers, and then resumes his journey in Haskell's
car. He then picks up another hitchhiker, Vera, who happens to be
the very woman that Haskell broke up with before meeting Al.
Threatening to betray Al to the police, Vera coerces him into selling
the convertible and giving him the proceeds from the sale. Before
they carry out this plan, Vera has an even better idea. She has
just seen a newspaper report that Haskell's wealthy father is
critically ill and may die at any moment. If Al can pass himself
off as Haskell's son he stands to inherit a fortune. Reluctantly,
Al agrees to go along with the scheme, but Fate has one more surprise
in store for
him...
© James Travers
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