The Lady from Shanghai (1947)
Sometimes great movies are made even when the people responsible for creating them seem to be doing their best to spoil the process. Such is the case with 1947's seminal film noir (a status I'll defend in a bit) The Lady from Shanghai. The behind-the-scenes drama of this wonderful film rival what eventually ended up on screen, with neither the writer/director/star Orson Welles being satisfied, nor its executive producer, Harry Cohn. Even audiences weren't all that interested in it back in 1947.
Orson Welles is famous for being a difficult entity with whom to work, and studio executives are famous for counting pennies and wanting things done their way. Those two personality traits aren't very easy bedfellows, and Welles has left behind a reputation as a man who pushed the buttons of the people that employed him. In response to the production of this movie, Harry Cohn went as far as to notoriously comment that he'd never again hire one person to write, direct, and star in a movie because it meant he couldn't fire them. Fortunately for us, Welles also left behind a mountain of great films in addition to his reputation.
The Lady from Shanghai is a tight, 88-minute film about an Irishman living in San Francisco (perhaps the quintessential noir city) who makes his living working as a seaman for hire on the ships that come and go in the harbor. One night, he encounters Rita Hayworth, a wealthy woman of mysterious motivation (of course) with whom he has instant chemistry and who convinces him to join the crew of her husband's yacht. Smitten, yet well aware that he should avoid the situation, Welles' character nevertheless does as she wishes and soon finds himself in the middle of a complex murder plot that involves double and triple crosses. Through it all, Rita Hayworth is the alluring woman from Shanghai, tempting him further into the net that slowly tightens around him.
I'm not a part of the film noir establishment (there actually is such a thing), so I'm not a hundred percent certain what the current reputation of this movie is. I know in the past it's been considered another one of Orson Welles' follies, but I suspect that time and fresh eyes have raised the value of this little gem to something more respectful. In truth, all the classic elements of film noir are here: the crackling dialogue, the stunning cinematography (here from Charles Lawton, Jr), the expressionistic symbolism (both visually and thematically), the sense of looming disaster, and finally, characters that are playing multiple angles.
Orson Welles is in fine form. Physically, he's still young and healthy, and the camera occasionally lingers in close-up of his youthful face. Creatively, he's even better. His script work is stunning, as well as his ability to use the dialogue to represent multiple meanings. Welles delivers a monologue about sharks which I believe even rivals Quint's speech in Jaws. The words that come out of these characters' mouths are electric. Consider this example, when someone asks if Welles is a tough guy:
"What's a tough guy?...A guy with an edge...A gun or a knife, a nightstick, or a razor, somethin' the other guy ain't got. Yeah, a little extra reach on a punch, a set of brass knuckles, a stripe on the sleeve, a badge that says cop on it, a rock in your hand, or a bankroll in your pocket. That's an edge, brother. Without an edge, there ain't no tough guy."
The words of Orson Welles and his performance are not the only reason to watch this movie. Rita Hayworth is absolutely wonderful in this film, playing a woman who is both dangerous and alluring, manipulative and yet still sympathetic. There are lots of mysterious and potentially-dangerous women in film noir, but it takes a very talented actress to show the layers of such a character without being relegated to just one of two of those characteristics. Hayworth is simply stunning, both physically and in her incredible screen presence. Famously, she chopped off her long red hair for this movie and dyed it blonde, something that the studio executives were certain would spell doom for this movie. Did that have an effect on the box office in 1947? It's very possible, but it would be a shame if something as superficial as a hair style kept audiences away from such a powerful story.
Welles famously turned in a 155-minute cut of this film and Columbia Pictures executive Harry Cohn had it cut it down to 88 minutes to Welles' ire. While I love all of the elements I've mentioned above and think that the script and the cinematography are fantastic, I also believe that part of this movie's strength is that it flows quickly. I'm not sure I would want to see a 155-minute cut of this movie. In my personal experience, it's rare (not impossible) that a movie justifies such a long running time, and this one is no exception. Part of the appeal of this story is that we are caught up in the whirlwind just like Welles' character, whisked away to foreign shores before we even know what's happening or why.