By Ed Garea
The Saint in New York (RKO, 1938) – Director: Ben Holmes. Starring Louis Hayward, Kay
Sutton, Sig Ruman, Jack Carson, Paul Guilfoyle, and Ben Welden.
Let
me begin by saying that, since the age of 10, when I discovered the TV show
starring Roger Moore, I have been a big fan of The Saint. I even went to my
local library and read every story author Leslie Charteris wrote. The
television show was on NBC, Channel 4 in New York, on Sunday nights at 11:30. I
never missed one, even watching the reruns with great interest, which made for
some interesting Monday mornings in school. For me, Roger Moore was Simon
Templar: a charming, roguish sort with a great devil-may-care attitude.
When
I began watching the Saint movies, I loved George Sanders in the role (he’s one
of my favorite actors at any rate), but I found his portrayal of Simon Templar
to be rather bland. When he later starred as The Falcon, I found that I could
not tell either the film nor his performance apart from the earlier Saint
flicks if I wasn’t informed going in or had seen it before. When I finally saw
this film, however (the first entry in the series), I was blown away by
Heyward’s performance. He’s a whole lot smoother and rakish, fitting right in
with Charteris’s interpretation. I learned later that Moore based his
interpretation of the role on Heyward’s and came away further impressed.
The
film is faithful to Charteris’s novel, with Templar being a raffish Robin Hood
of sorts who lives by his own code. And that’s just the way Heyward plays him:
a mix of the suave and the psychotic. Convincing as a smooth character, he is
totally convincing as a cold-blooded killer and I enjoyed the dark feel he brought
to the film, never losing his cool detachment and sense of humor.
In
this film, Templar is hired by the police commissioner on the recommendation of
the head of an anti-crime citizens group to rid New York of a criminal gang.
The gang not only thumbs its nose at the police and the public, but brazenly
uses the legal system to sidestep guilt (it helps if you kill off or drive away
the witnesses). The citizens group not only wants Templar to break up the
rackets, but expose the mysterious man in charge, known only as the “Big
Fellow.”
The head of the good-government group turns out to be the Big Fellow. Why
he would bring Templar to New York has to be the biggest mystery of the film. Unlike
other detective movies where the hero brings the guilty to justice, Templar
kills them. Of course, it wouldn’t be sporting (or interesting) if he simply knocked
them off, so he waits to do it while they are engaging in the commission of
their crimes.
Kay
Sutton co-stars as the femme fatale who helps Templar out of a few scrapes, and
although her performance is rather flat and her character is undeveloped, she
and Heyward do manage to make their boilerplate romance believable. Also
in the cast as victims of The Saint are Sig Ruman, Jack Carson (in an early
role), and Paul Guilfoyle, who acquits himself quite well as a gunsel who is
fascinated with Templar’s way with words and his cool under duress.
The
print itself cries out for restoration. I could hear the crackling of air
bubbles on the soundtrack and the brightness that can only be brought on by
decay. As for the production itself, RKO looks like it spent every penny of $10
on it.
Despite
this, it’s hard not to like a film with so many wonderful lines. My favorite is
when Templar is in the office of baddie Maury Yule (an uncredited Anthony
Warde). He notes that the gang is obviously behind the kidnapping of young
Violet Throckmorton. He then goes on to say: “You’d think someone with the name
‘Violet Throckmorton’ would have enough trouble in life without you adding to
it.” I recommend this movie highly and ask those who think that Sanders or
Moore is the last word as Simon Templar to watch it with an open mind, and then
tell me.
This movie was supposed to be Alfred Hitchcock’s first
American film. But he couldn’t get out of his contract in England at the time.
We can only wonder what this movie would have been as Hitchcock was coming into
his own around this time. Hitchcock had made The Lady Vanishes in 1938, the same year as this film, Sabotage in 1936 and The 39
Steps in 1935. This is the type of material that would have fit in with his
style. When RKO couldn’t get Hitchcock, the studio decided to go make the movie
anyway and gave it to Ben Holmes, who turned the film into a great B-thriller.
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