The Match King

Hollywood movies from the Depression era on business are certainly an interesting watch, as the impression given of the way big business was done back then is much different from what we'd think of today. That, and the stock market, although at least back then a very small percentage of the population was invested in the stock market and it wasn't really something one could do for oneself. One such movie, loosely based on a real person, is The Match King, which I recorded the last time it came on TCM.

Warren William stars as Paul Kroll, who as the movie starts is a Swedish immigrant in Chicago who is making a living as a sanitation worker. He's written to his family back home that he's made it in businesses, although that's a lie. The best he's been able to do is start a no-show scam that has a bunch of non-existent people on a payroll which allows Kroll to rake off a bunch of payroll.

However, word comes from his native Sweden that the old business in his home town, a match factory, is in financial difficulty. Since Paul has made it in America, at least according to his letters, the townsfolk would like to know if he could come back and help save the match factory. Of course Paul isn't really in a position to do this. So he engages in another lie. He's been cheating on his best friend by having a relationship with Babe (Glenda Farrell in a brief performance), so he decides now is the time to tell Babe they should run off together. Except that he runs off with Babe's money, which he uses to get over to Sweden.

Paul, of course, doesn't know how to run a match factory or how to save it from its financial difficulties, so he has to continue resorting to confidence schemes. He's able to convince Swedish banks to extend him credit to keep the current match factory open as well as to acquire another in an attempt to corner the market on safety matches. The one person who has any inkling things might not be on the up and up is assistant Erik Borg (Hardie Albright).

Unfortunately, Paul's scheme turn out to have some of the qualities of a pyramid scheme in the sense that he has to keep going because, once the merry-go-round stops, the whole thing is going to come crashing down. So he turns to foreign countries, like Germany, where he finds a girlfriend Ilse (Claire Dodd) and then the one love of his life, actress Marta Molnar (Lili Damita). He keeps pursuing her, to the point that he puts off all sorts of important match-factory business. It's not that the feeling isn't mutual, although what Marta really likes is a violinist named Trino. So Marta decides to run off from Berlin to Salzburg, with Paul eventually figuring out where she's gone and following her.

But there's still that pesky match factory, and all sorts of notes are going to come due. There's also a man who's invented a match you can strike over and over, which would seem to violate the laws of physics. In any case, Paul has to resort to increasing ruthless things to keep his schemes going and the creditors at bay. As you might guess, there's only so far all of this is going to be able to go before the walls come crashing down.

The Match King is an interesting if not great movie. One problem for me is that Warren William's character is rutless to the point that it's fairly unsympathetic. He has one man committed to an insane asylum and lets another man die. That's certainly shocking enough to make the movie worth watching, but damn if you don't want to beat the crap out of William. One other issue is that, despite the number of interesting character actors and actresses in the movie, most of them only get a few scenes because of the way the movie is plotted. Still, the plusses of The Match King outweigh the minuses.

Notes on the early July schedule

TCM got the rights to the Looney Tunes (or maybe the Warner Bros. cartoons more generally; I'm not certain) shorts some months back, which is why they did a "Star of the Month" simulation for Bugs Bunny in the short month before 31 Days of Oscar began. Tonight sees a lineup of shorts where they recycle songs from earlier Warner Bros. movies, a practice that was not uncommon as other studios did it often enough too. The night also features the movies from which the songs are apparently taken, although I can't confirm the accuracy of this as I haven't seen the shorts in question. It was only about four months back that I posted on Going Places, which is on tonight's lineup at 10:00 PM for the song "Jeepers Creepers".

Charles Laughton gets a birthday salute a day late tomorrow, which includes a couple of excellent lesser-seen movies. Payment Deferred kicks off the day at 6:00 AM, while the afternoon ends with This Land Is Mine at 4:00 PM and Hobson's Choice at 6:00 PM.

The "Summer of Darkness" noir series continues on Friday evening with some very good 1940s noir where I thought I'd already blogged about all of them. A search of the blog claims I haven't done a post on Thieves' Highway (Jul. 4, 12:45 AM; still the evening of July 3 in more westerly time zones) before, although I've definitely seen it on the old iteration of the Fox Movie Channel. So I suppose it's time to record that one. I was thinking of the "Summer of Darkness", however, more for some of the neo-noir that shows up, such as this week's TCM premiere of Against All Odds (July 4, 2:30 AM). People of my age will remember not the movie -- we would have been too young once again to see the original theatrical release -- but the Phil Collins title song.

Sophie's Place

TCM ran a double feature of films with Telly Savalas some months back; not having seen either of the movies I decided to record both of them. The first of them was Crooks and Coronets.

The opening credits and plot synopsis made this one sound like it was made in England with Savalas one of those Hollywood stars sojourning in the UK. As the movie opens, there's a "state penitentiary" that seems just far enough off. Herbie Haseler (Telly Savalas) is a convict being released from prison, picked up by his friend Marty Miller (Warren Oates) who got out of prison himself a few months back and is supposedly going straight. However, it's quickly revealed that Marty stole the car he used to pick up Herbie from prison.

While confined in prison, Herbie has been reading up on the great manor houses of England, and he's become convinced that he's got a great idea for a heist that would solve all his financial problems. The Fitzmore mansion is owned by some people on hardish times, and they've got a lot of artwork that could easily be stolen and sold off in the States. But Herbie is going to need some money to fund the scheme, and the only person he knows is his old crime boss Nick Marco (Cesar Romero). The thing is, Nick already laid out money for the last scheme, the one that got Herbie and Marty in prison, and Nick has been calculating interest on that money for the entire time the two were in prison. So Nick is reluctant at first to fund Herbie, and certainly not going to accept any failure.

But Herbie and Marty make it over to merrye olde England, and eventually get to the gates of the Fitzmore place, although getting in to case the joint is not without some comic difficulties. The Fitzmores, Lady Sophie (Edith Evans) and her son Lord Freddie (Nicky Henson) are in bad enough straits that they're giving tours of the house for a price. The two crooks take one of the tours, and find somebody trying to fish one of the statues off a table, stopping the heist. That would-be robber is in fact Lady Sophie, under the ruse of trying to test the security arrangements. Herbie and Marty stop it, which gets them in good with Sophie, who being an eccentric old lady also decides to offer the two of them a place to stay, which is just the stroke of luck they needed.

Lady Sophie is so charming that, as Herbie and Marty plan the heist, they start to wonder whether they should go through with it at all, although that's a big problem too since Nick back in the States is beginning to wonder why it's taking Herbie and Marty so long to carry out the robbery. And eventually he's had enough, coming over to the UK himself to take over the heist so that he can make sure it goes according to plan. But by the time Nick comes over Herbie and Marty are thinking up ways to foil Nick in the comedic climax to the movie.

Crooks and Coronets was released in 1969. It's in a genre that had been successful over the years, although by 1969 this sort of view of British society was getting dated. Crooks and Coronets isn't exactly a bad movie, although it's one of those that feels like it doesn't have all that much that's original to it. Had it come out in 1959 it might have worked better, but by now the whole premis is beginning to feel tired. Still, it's also another of those movies where you can understand why the people involved, espcially Savalas and Oates going over the Britain, would have read the screenplay and decided they wanted to make the movie. Crooks and Coronets is modestly entertaining, but nothing spectacular.

Desert Hearts

Another of the movies that I recorded from the September 2025 TCM salute to the UCLA Film and Television Archive was Desert Hearts. It's got a showing tonight (June 29) at 11:15 PM as part of TCM's "Pride" movie day, so I figured now would be a good time to schedule this post that had been lying in my drafts in conjunction with the TCM showing.

It's 1959, and getting off a train in Reno, NV, is Vivian Bell (Helen Shaver). Reno in those days of course meant the place the people go to when they're looking to get a divorce since the divorce laws in other states still hadn't been liberalized. Vivian is an English professor at a college in New York, in a marriage with a man who was more or less just a friend at the time they got married, with no real plans to have children or anything. The two have basically just drifted apart, so a divorce is apparently the best thing. (We never see Vivian's husband.) She has come out to Reno for the requisite several weeks of residency and will be spending them at a ranch-type place that's been converted to tourism and partly to accommodate the sort of woman who is looking to fulfill the residency requirement for that divorce.

The place is run by Frances Parker (Audra Lindley), who is a widow with an adult son Walter and stepdaughter Cay (Patricia Charbonneau). Walter works solely for Mom, while Cay has a job on the outside, making change for the sort of pathetic people who go to one of the lesser casinos to play the slot machines, a job she shares with her best friend Silver (Andra Akers). Silver is planning on geting married to Art, while Cay is being pursued romantically by her boss Darrell (Dean Butler). They're advances that Cay has decided she really doesn't want.

That's because Cay is a lesbian, and is relatively open about it for 1959 and a place like Reno. This is going to cause some serious issues with her stepmom later in the film. Cay is also in some ways very much a product of the west at a time when there were much greater cultural differences between the various regions of the United States. So the sudden presence of an urbane New Yorker like Vivian is bound to shake things up.

Cay is one of those way too extroverted people who immediately starts to befriend Vivian who, for various reasons, is a bit repressed. After all, she is there for a divorce, and starting a relationshp with anybody could theoretically be seen as giving her husband grounds to make the divorce settlement less in her favor. Never mind that this being 1959, she probably hasn't had any openly lesbian friends before.

But Cay makes Vivian realize that she might in fact be lesbian or at least bi, which would also explain the fairly loveless marriage, even though she's also rather reluctant to consummate the relationship. Cay's pursuit of Vivian also makes Frances extremely uncomfortable. And there's also the fact that Vivian is going to have to return to New York eventually since she does have that job waiting for her next semester.

Desert Hearts isn't a bad movie by any stretch of the imaginaton. But I can't help but think that, had the story been about some sort of heterosexual relationship -- say, the woman going out to Reno and finding a nice man who falls in love with her on the rebound -- it would be the sort of movie that would have gone in an out of theaters, largely forgotten because it doesn't do anything anyone could consider groundbreaking. Part of that, though is down to the low budget; I have a feeling that it the director had wanted to do a more mainstream heterosexual relationship film funding would have been easier to come by. Still, as long as you're OK with the fact that it has a fairly explicit sex scene, Desert Hearts is one that's worth one watch at least.

Secrets with nice socks

In September 2025, TCM ran a night of films dedicated to the UCLA Film and Television Archive, which gave me the opportunity to record several lesser known films, a fact I mentioned with Wanda not too long ago. Another movie that aired as part of the salute was The Argyle Secrets. As is my wont, not having heard of it, I recorded it to watch and write up this review.

William Gargan stars as Harry Mitchell, a journalist who, as the movie opens, tells us he's still surprised that everything he's about to tell us about happened in the space of just 24 hours. That's an obvious sign that we're about to get Yet Another Flashback, although in this case it's not that much of a flashback, as it's basically just the previous 24 hours.

Mitchell has a colleague named Allen Pierce, a columnist who covers the Washington scene and has been writing a lot about something called the Argyle Album that will, if published, create a giant scandal. However, Pierce is known to have heart issues and is in hospital as a result, with Mitchell and a photographer visiting to cover the story. Pierce tells Mitchell to finish his work on the Argyle Album if anything should happen to him, at which point Pierce develops an acute issue and dies in his hospital bed. Mitchell is no dummy and figures out a way to keep the other reporters out of the room while he phones in his story. Except that by the time Mitchell gets back, Pierce's body is revealed to have a scalpel in it, while the photographer is missing at first before also being found very much dead.

Mitchell is an obvious suspect even though we know from what's shown that he's not guilty, never mind the opening narration. So he has to figure out a way to get out of the hospital so that he can find the rest of the Argyle Album, since Pierce only gave him a photostat of the cover. The first place to go is Pierce's secretary, Elizabeth Court (Barbara Billingsley), who doesn't have the album and doesn't want to help. It's also quickly revealed that Mitchell isn't the only person looking for the album, which should be obvious considering how we've been told that the publication of the album could lead to major scandals. One such person shows up, a man in a panama hat who gets the obvious nickname of Panama, who's rather violent in his desire to get that album.

So Mitchell has to escape again, going to the apartment of a friend who's out of town. Of course, he's been followed, only not by the police. Instead, a woman calling herself Marla (Marjorie Lord) shows up, offering Mitchell a substantial sum of money if only he'll give her the album, which she doesn't know that he doesn't yet have the album. Marla, for her part, has a bunch of nasty friends who also want the album, which is eventually revealed to have the names of people who were profiteers or collaborators during the recently-concluded World War II, which would explain why so many people so badly want this album.

Mitchell's search takes him all over the city, although at least at some point the police are able to figure out that he in fact did not commit the murder. Granted, he's still a material witness so shouldn't be trying to evade the police either. But then we wouldn't have much of a movie, would we?

The Argyle Secrets is another of those B movies that's surprisingly effective even if the album is more of a macguffin than anything else. It's somewhat reminiscent of a low-budget version of The Maltese Falcon, with Gargan as a journalistic Sam Spade. Gargan is more than good enough here, and the rest of the cast is entertaining although this isn't a movie that's going to be remembered as anything truly classic.

Mel Brooks Centenary!

Mel Brooks (l.) in The Twelve Chairs (2:30 PM)

Today is the 100th birthday of director/screenwriter/comedian Mel Brooks, known for his parodies and often absurd comedies. TCM is celebrating with five of his movies this afternoon and evening:

2:30 PM The Twelve Chairs, in which Brooks looks for a missing chair that may be concealing a treasure;
4:15 PM The Producers, starring Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder as Broadway producers who get involved in a scam regarding their latest show;
6:00 PM Spaceballs, a parody of science-fiction movies in general and Star Wars in particular;
8:00 PM Blazing Saddles; a boundary-pushing absurd comedy western; and
10:00 PM Young Frankenstein; a comic retelling of a descendant of the original Dr. Frankenstein.

Normal programming returns with Silent Sunday Nights at midnight.

A million tanks

James Gleason was an always reliable character actor, and it was nice to see him get a day in the 2025 Summer Under the Stars on TCM. One of his movies that I hadn't seen before was the Hal Roach Streamliner Tanks a Million, so I recorded it in order to be able to do the post on it here.

A search of the blog says I haven't mentioned the Streamliners before. These were a series of movies Hal Roach produced that were longer than the shorts he had mostly been producing, but still shorter than even a lot of the B movies, clocking in mostly at a shade under an hour (this one is 50 minutes). Granted, this was still the era before TV so in later years material like this would probably have been storyboarded for episodic TV. The "star", if you will, here is William Tracy, playing Dorian "Dodo" Doubleday. As the movie opens, he's on a radio show where he's showing off his photographic memory. Dodo works at a train station information booth, but that work is coming to an end as he's just been drafted into the army. (The movie was released in September 1941, so no mention of any possible upcoming war.)

Sgt. Ames (Joe Sawyer) is the drill instructor assigned to the new recruits, but Pvt. Doubleday already knows the entire army manual and not only that, but seems to know how to actually do the stuff the manual asks of new recruits. And he's frankly obnoxious about showing off all this knowledge. Needless to say, it ticks Sgt. Ames off, but when Ames goes to his superior officers, they get the brilliant idea to promote Doubleday to sergeant, albeit with a bit of a devious catch. Doubleday is assigned to a unit that has the most inept recruits, who also have a bit of a mischievous streak in that they figure out ways to do stuff very close to sergeant's orders. If Sgt. Doubleday fails to mention every article of clothing they're supposed to wear, they'll only wear the ones he mentioned. The trick's on them, however, when they have to march barefoot.

Col. Barkley (James Gleason) is coming to the base, where he's supposed to deliver a speech that's going out on a national radio hookup. Not that he likes giving radio speeches. Sgt. Doubleday gets assigned to be Barkley's orderly. But when he gets some sort of powder on Barkley's uniform, he puts the jacket on himself to be able to clean the powder off. Unfortunately, this leads to his being mistaken for Barkley, leading to all sorts of complications. But since this is a comedy, and a short one at that, you know things are going to work out well, and quickly.

Tanks a Million is a film that's rather more episode than something that has a fully-fledged plot, although that's probably to be expected coming from Hal Roach since he'd been doing a lot more with shorts. The material is adequate for what it is, which is a throaway B movie. Nobody will consider Tanks a Million any great shakes, but back in 1941 I'd bet it entertained while it came and went, to be promptly forgotten as it was replaced by the next movie.

Ann Blyth, 1927-2026

Ann Blyth and Joan Crawford in Mildred Pierce (1945)

The death has been announced of actress Ann Blyth. Blyth, who was probably most famous for playing spoiled brat daughter Veda Pierce in the movie Mildred Pierce, was 98. I should point out that some sources listed her date of birth as 1928, but I believe Blyth talked about being 17 when she did the screen test for Mildred Pierce with Crawford, which would put her date of birth as 1927.

Blyth didn't have the longest of careers, at least not in the movies, as like a lot of actresses of her era, she aged out of roles and got married. The obituary I linked to says that her final feature film was The Helen Morgan Story, which I blogged about only a year ago.

Paul Newman and Ann Blyth in The Helen Morgan Story

As I write this, there hasn't been any tribute programmed on TCM for Blyth. She was the subject of a Summer Under the Stars day back in 2013, so TCM probably can get the rights to enough movies to do a reasonable tribute on her. I'm not certain if they'll pre-empt a night of programming in July, give her a day in Summer Under the Stars, or wait until September for a tribute.

Mr. Skitch

My internet went out for a couple of hours a few nights ago, forcing me to fire up the DVD player which in some ways isn't a bad thing considering the number of DVDs I've got sitting unwatched. This time, it was another film from my Will Rogers box set: Mr. Skitch.

In the town of Flat River, MO, Ira Skitch (Will Rogers) lives together with his wife Maddie (ZaSu Pitts), adult daughter Emily (Rochelle Hudson), and three young kids. Ira has been working as some sort of repairman, but there's a depression on, don't you know, and work has dried up. Also, the bank that Ira put the family's money in has failed, so Ira hasn't been able to pay off the mortgage and the home is about to be foreclosed on. Hardest hit by this is Emily, who had hoped to land a man above her station as husband but who rejects her as soon as he discovers the Skitch family's financial hardship. Some love.

So Ira, several years before The Grapes of Wrath was published, decides that the best thing to do is to pack up the family and head west to California since at the time it was seen as a land of economic opportunity. However, the family takes a rather circuitous route, as they go first to Yellowstone, then the Grand Canyon, and finally an auto-camp in what is supposedly the Lake Tahoe area of Nevada. (I don't remember how much gambling there was going on in Las Vegas in the early 1930s, and in any case it would have been much too hot for an auto-camp.)

This bunch of detours is really an excuse to make Mr. Skitch a bit more of a sketch comedy movie with the various characters Skitch meets while he tries to make enough money to actually get to California. There's a British actress, Flo (Florence Desmond) who at one point does her best Greta Garbo impersonation. Eugene Pallette plays an inebriated gambler in the Nevada segment, and there's also a wealthy retiree traveling across country in a mobile home whom Skitch encounters at Yellowstone. Oh, and Yellowstone is also an excuse for Mrs. Skitch to have an encounter with a couple of bears that is of course played for comic event.

Emily's lack of job prospects back in Missouri that led her to go along for the ride is also a bit of an excuse for her to be in the romantic subplot that dominates a good portion of the movie along with supplying the requisite happy ending. At a pond in Yellowstone that thankfully isn't one of those hot mineral springs that would have killed her instantly, she falls in, and is rescued by Harvey Denby (Charles Starrett before playing the Durango Kid) who is dressed as a West Point cadet because he's going to be heading back to West Point after the summer. Denby has a wealthy uncle, not that he's letting on, and is willing to love Emily even if she is poor. But she doesn't get this until the final reel.

To be honest, Mr. Skitch isn't as good as some of the other Will Rogers movies I've seen, largely because of the series of vignettes structuring. That, and this time even more than other Rogers movies, the Depression forces him to be uncomfortably dishonest in trying to earn that money to get the family to get to California. We understand why he's doing it, but it all still seems scammy.

Mr. Imperium

Another of the movies that I reecorded when Lana Turner got a day in the 2025 edition of Summer Under the Stars was Mr. Imperium. It's a movie that I don't think gets all that much mention when it comes to Turner's filmography. Having seen it, I can understand why.

Turner plays Frederica Brown, an actress who is doing some sort of American-themed stage show at a club in Italy in 1939, which is of course just before World War II kicked off in Europe, and a fact that ought to set off all sorts of alarm bells in terms of anachronisms and the question of how the movie will handle the history of the intervening 12 years. Anyhow, one of the male patrons sees Frederica and falls for her, creating a ruse in which he calls himself Mr. Imperium to get the chance to meet her.

Imperium takes Frederica to the sort of lovely Mediterranean villa that, by the end of the decade, would have been filmed on location in lovely wide-screen in addition to the pretty good color we have here. (IMDb says the California coast around Monterey and Pebble Beach are standing in for Italy, which isn't a bad stand-in.) Imperium played by the much older Ezio Pinza, reveals that his true identity is Alexis, the crown prince of Italy. Alexis is a widower with an unseen 5-year-old son. Alexis knows his duty is to become king, and he's resigned himself to that, although he's not thrilled that this is going to be his son's fate too. And not that Alexis can really marry an actress like Frederica: it would cause a royal scandal.

In any case, Alexis suddenly hears from the prime minister Bernand (Cedric Hardwicke) that the King has taken a sudden turn for the worse and that Alexis is going to have to go to Rome to see the King. Alexis writes a note to Frederica to explain, but Bernand burns the note so that Frederica won't understand why Alexis just up and left her, at least not until she sees the news of the king's death. Frederica has to be smart enough to know what all that means.

Anyhow, a dozen years pass. Frederica, now using the stage name Fredda Barlo, is a successful Hollywood actress with a boyfriend in producer Paul Hunter (Barry Sullivan) who is trying to get her to sign a long-term contract. In Paris, Alexis sees a marquee and lobby card for Fredda's latest movie. He realizes he has to get to America incognito to have another chance to see her again. So he schemes to get in contact with Fredda, who is going to be going to Palm Springs to contemplate her next movie. Fredda is staying at a private resort run by Mrs. Cabot (Marjorie Main) and her shockingly indiscreet niece Gwen (Debbie Reynolds).

Alexis, again registered under the alias Mr. Imperium, tells Fredda about the history of what's been going on in his country since the war. He abdicated following a post-war revolution, and his kid is at a boarding school in England, soon to turn 18. However, the country has been going through revolution for quite some time, with one section of the population tired of the revolution and thinking that the monarchy would be a good way to return stability and a unifying force to the country. There's going to be a plebiscite next week on whether to restore the monarchy, and Alexis plans to lose it so he can stay with Fredda. And then Bernand shows up to reveal a twist....

Mr. Imperium is another of those movies that's decidedly of its time, and is supposed to be inoffensive. If you're not the biggest fan of MGM's musical romances of the era, especially considering that Pinza's music stylings are more operatic, you're probably going to have a problem with this one. For me, the bigger problem was with Debbie Reynolds' scenes. She's just so obnoxious in trying to snoop on her guests. If she hadn't been the proprietress' niece, she would have been fired for cause.

Mr. Imperium is a minor movie, but I can see why some people might like it.