Edge of Hell (1956)

“I couldn’t sell Flip for any price.”

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Synopsis:
A hobo (Hugo Haas) and his performing dog, Flip, eke by with the help of their friends, including a warm-hearted neighbor (June Shelley) and her boyfriend (Jeffrey Stone).

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Review:
This devastating tale of friendship between a down-and-out performer and his dog is a deviation from Hugo Haas’s usual tawdry oeuvre (though its inappropriate title would lead you to think otherwise). Haas — who acted in nearly all of his own films — is the undisputed star here, and finally has a chance to showcase his gift for crafting humorous, three-dimensional characterizations. Although Valentin (Haas) is eminently likable (his bevy of supportive friends are proof of this), he’s not above taking what he can get from a wealthy man (John Vosper) who, enjoying his company, gladly offers him alcohol, food, and clothing.

Haas uses his simple story as a chance to deftly satirize the values and social mores of upper class society. Without resorting to cliches, Haas cleverly contrasts Valentin’s life on the streets (which is tenuous, but filled with love and friendship) with that of his wealthy new acquaintance (who is well-meaning and kind, but mistakenly believes he can buy whatever he wants — including Flip). One of the most amusing moments in the film occurs during a party Valentin is hosting for his friends after earning some much-needed money at a young boy’s birthday party: sounding for all the world like a group of socialites discussing perfume or furs, a group of hardworking women sit around and debate how to get the smell of onion out of their hands, with one woman bragging that there’s only one technique she deigns to use.

Unfortunately, the story’s gloomy trajectory inevitably leads downhill; as a result, the final third of the film is incredibly difficult to sit through. There’s nothing more devastating than watching someone who is forced to part from their beloved pet, which is what ends up happening to our luckless protagonist. In keeping with Haas’s social critique, once Valentin gets sick and can’t perform for money, we’re shown that not even the care and concern of his friends can rescue him from dire straits.

Haas may have been a B-level director, but each of his films — at least those listed in Peary’s book (such as Pickup, Bait, and Lizzie) — show proof of his unique and impressive sensibility. Peary lists most of Haas’s titles as Camp Classics, but, with the possible exception of Pickup, I don’t see them this way: his films may be low-budget with patchy acting, but are surprisingly touching, and merit much wider appreciation than they’re currently given.

Redeeming Qualities and Moments:

  • Hugo Haas as the downtrodden hobo

Must See?
No, but it’s recommended, if you can stomach it.

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