Hangover Square (1945)
“Something’s happened lately — these moods are getting deeper and longer.”
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Response to Peary’s Review: Cregar’s performance here shows ample evidence of his burgeoning talent; he masterfully combines broadly psychotic behavior with a range of subtle gestures a la Brando in On the Waterfront. Watch the way he idly scratches a Siamese cat on its head with the tip of a fan, for instance: or quietly adjusts his jacket collar when walking into the room where he recently — albeit unknowingly — tried to strangle his friend. In addition to Cregar’s nuanced performance, Hangover Square benefits from both “wonderful period detail” and “bizarre direction” by John Brahm. The opening scene of the movie — in which Bone murders an antiques dealer, then flees in confusion — is filmed with “wild angles, camera distortion, [and] swooping crane shots”, thus immediately evoking the protagonist’s crazed frame of mind. This stylized camera work is repeated each time Bone gets knocked into an alternate state of consciousness, and ultimately builds towards the film’s baroquely melodramatic ending — one which effectively conveys the misfortune of a genius betrayed by his own mind. Redeeming Qualities and Moments:
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Leaning toward a must-see here. Not only for Cregar’s memorable performance – enough in itself – but it’s marvelously produced, exquisite-looking (in a gothic way) and one wants there to be more to it: in the sense that, at 77. min., it seems over too quickly and a slightly more detailed plot would have been welcome. (As well, had it been a little longer, the secondary characters might be somewhat less one-dimensional, though that’s not all that troublesome.)
As stated, Bernard Herrmann’s eclectic score is of particular importance – it’s almost a character in the film; no more so than during the final scenes involving the concerto, which serves as the manifestation of Cregar’s alter ego.
The details of Darnell’s death – happening as it does on Guy Fawkes Night – are particularly creepy.
[Coincidence?: The serial killer in Alice Sebold’s ‘The Lovely Bones’ – note that – is named George Harvey. Hmm…]