Click on the headline to link to a Wikipedia entry for Dick Powell’s film
noir Cornered.
DVD Review
Cornered, starring Dick Powell, Walter Slezak, Luther
Adler, RKO Radio Pictures, 1945
Say a guy, maybe a guy who
was a “premature” anti-fascist and fought in Spain in the 1930s, maybe not, but
who did his bit, did his soldier bit, against the Nazi hordes trying to run
over Europe, took a couple of hits for his efforts, one his own when his plane
fell down over France, the other when his wartime bride, a French Resistance
fighter, was executed by some bloody Nazi collaborator, a Vichy snitch felt he
had to do something, something to get even after the war would that be
alright? Everybody would say sure, hey,
a guy is supposed to do something when his wife is murdered right. And so he
does, not out of some big political motive to rid the world of Nazi scum, not
to get even for the million crummy things that happened in Europe (and
elsewhere) during those dark night World War II times but to even up the score
on his wife. Even if they had only been married twenty days, she had crooked
teeth and was too thin. The Nazis and their collaborators weren’t worried about
short married lives, worried about fixing a resistance fighter’s crooked teeth
or her weight problems, no way, just are you with us or them. And with them
meant you were on short rations and short lives. But still a score needed to be
settled and our soldier boy (Dick Powell) was just the boy to square things up
in his own way.
But the trail was cold, the
snitch dead, or supposed to be, and the prospects of getting from England to
immediate post-war France to pick up the trail before it got colder through
official channels was unlikely. So our intrepid soldier improvised, worked his
way around channels (literally and figuratively) just because, well, because he
has a hunch, a hunch is all, that things didn’t stack up. And they didn’t. They
didn’t stack up in France where the snitch covered his tracks with a too pat
staged death paper trail, they didn’t stack up in Switzerland where the
snitch’s widow was allegedly “grieving” (and getting hubby’s insurance dough),
and they didn’t stack up in Buenos Aires where she had flown the coop and where
ex-Nazis, their collaborators, their wives, lovers, acolytes and their just
defeated idea were entirely welcome.
Our boy will get many
frequent flyer miles before he is through but he winds up in sunny, decayed, decadent
Argentina as he circles in for the kill. And he does after plenty of
misdirection (provided in part by Walter Slezak), plenty of tough talk, and
plenty of dead ends. He finds his man (played by Luther Adler), and gets
religion too, religion that these guys, these Nazi guys and their dreams didn’t
stop in Europe in 1945. He signs up for the big tour, the big fight on a
different front all over again. Welcome aboard, brother. Oh yah, beware, be
very beware of guys out to avenge the death of dames with crooked teeth and who
are too skinny but willing to fight the monsters of the planet such men, such
average men, are dangerous .
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