By Ed Garea
Miss
Pinkerton (WB,
1932) – Director: Lloyd Bacon. Writers: Niven Busch & Lillie
Hayward (adaptation), Robert Tasker (additional dialogue), Mary
Roberts Rinehart. Cast: Joan Blondell, George Brent, Ruth Hall, John
Wray, Elizabeth Patterson, C. Henry Gordon, Holmes Herbert, Mary
Doran, Blanche Friderici, Mae Madison, Allan Lane, Nigel De Brulier
Don Dillaway, & Eulalie Jensen. B&W, 66 minutes.
Miss
Pinkerton is an attempt by Warner Bros. at the “old dark
house” mystery genre. Done correctly, it’s both thrilling and
entertaining. Unfortunately, the movie was not done correctly, and
today is really only of interest because of the bravura performance
of its star, Joan Blondell.
Blondell
plays Nurse Adams, who we see at the beginning of the film coming out
of the operating room after assisting on yet another busy day of
surgery. She’s quite bored with the routine of the hospital and
makes no bones about it. Entering the nurses’ quarters she finds
them engaged in a game of cards and so decides to retire, which gives
us a chance to see the gorgeous Blondell strip down to her underwear.
One firmly ensconced in bed with a magazine, she is called to see
Miss Gibbons (Jensen), the Superintendent of Nurses. Gibbons tells
Adams that she will be assigned to the house of the rich and well
known Mitchell family to care for the family’s elderly aunt, Julia
Mitchell (Patterson), who is suffering from shock after discovering
the body of her nephew, Herbert Wynne (Allan Lane, whose scenes were
deleted in the final print), in the house. Gibbons asks Adams if she
wouldn’t mind a change. Adams’s answers, “Mind a change? Lady,
if you only knew!”
She
arrives at the mansion and immediately goes to work assisting Julia’s
physician, Dr. Stuart (Gordon), receiving instructions and getting
herself familiar with her patient, as Aunt Julia needs
around-the-clock care. She also meets the supervising detective on
the case, Inspector Patten (Brent). Patten isn’t buying the current
police theory that Wynne committed suicide, nor the family’s
explanation of accidental death while cleaning his gun. There are no
powder burns, and interviews with the family and staff have convinced
him Wynne wasn’t the type to take his life. Hugo (Wray), the
butler, stated that “he couldn’t kill himself, not the kind he
was.” Aunt Julia puts it more succinctly, describing her nephew as
a coward. When Patten learns that Wynne had recently taken out a
$100,000 insurance policy, he changes his mind to suicide and
speculated that perhaps Wynne shot himself through a newspaper to
cover and powder burns. He asks Nurse Adams to look for the
newspaper.
In
addition, Patten recruits her to act as his eyes and ears when he is
away and report anything suspicious that’s going on in the house.
When she asks what her title would be, as all those investigating a
case have titles, he suggests “Miss Pinkerton,” after the famous
detective agency.
While
searching the house, Adams meets Paula Brent (Hall), who was sneaking
in. Brent tells Adams not only was she Wynne's fiancée, but that
Wynne was killed for the insurance money and she knows who it was.
However, at the inquest, Wynne's death is declared accidental.
Meanwhile, Adams sees a mysterious figure creeping around. When she
goes to check, the person grabs her and locks her in a closet. Her
screams alert the family, who calls the police. When the police
arrive, they find Charles Elliot (Dillaway) holding a newspaper with
a bullet hole in it. Charles is arrested despite the protests of
Adams, who tells Patten she is sure Elliot is innocent.
Aunt
Juliet is very distressed about the arrest and summons her lawyer,
Arthur Glenn (Herbert). Outside the room, Paula begs Adams to let her
search Wynne’s room to clear Elliott. Glenn sends for Adams and his
stenographer, Florence Lenz (Doran) to witness Juliet’s signature
on a document, but they do not read the document before signing. As
Juliet is still very upset, Dr. Stuart asks Adams to prepare a
syringe of amyl nitrite for Juliet’s heart. Moments later Juliet
dies because arsenic has been substituted for the amyl nitrite.
Adams, before she learns of the death, washes out the hypodermic
needle as per standard procedure. Dr. Stuart now suspects Adams of
switching the medicine and reports her to the police.
Next,
Paula is found with a marriage license that reveals her secret
marriage to Wynne, a revelation that seems to give Charles motive.
Under additional questioning from Patten, Charles admits that he and
Paula are in love, and that on the night Wynne was murdered, Charles
was with the victim in his room trying to discourage Wynne from
pursuing Paula. He then heard someone coming up the stairs and exited
out the window. While Charles is telling his story, police find Hugo
the butler in a room, chloroformed. When he comes to, Hugo tells the
police to question Florence.
Upon
questioning, Florence reveals that it was lawyer Glenn who arranged a
plan to cheat the insurance company out of their money by having
Wynne marry Paula and fake his suicide and disappear, so that he and
Paula could collect on the policy. But Wynne upset the plan by
refusing to take a powder, so Glenn murdered him. Glenn later killed
Juliet to prevent her from revealing that she hid the newspaper
through which the shots were fired at Wynne. Juliet thought Adams and
Florence were witnessing her signature on a confession, but Glenn
used a blank piece of paper and destroyed the confession. With the
case solved, Patten gets a phone call directing him to a new murder.
He asks Adams if she wants to come along, but she declines. It seems
she’d rather return to the peace and quiet of the hospital.
So
what have we learned from all this? Well, to start, the film was
based on a novel by popular author Mary Roberts Reinhart. Reinhart
came to specialize in the “old dark house” mystery, with her
best-known work along these lines being her play, The
Bat (1920), which inspired the renowned 1926 film
adaptation, as well as one in 1931, titled The Bat Whispers.
She is also credited with inventing the “had I but known” school
of mystery writing (with the publication of The Circular
Staircase in 1908), and the phrase “the butler did it,”
from her 1930 novel, The Door, although she never used
that phrase in the book.
In
Reinhart’s story, Hilda Adams is a visiting nurse who works for the
homicide squad and poses as just a nurse at the crime scene. In the
film, she’s made a nurse at a hospital, and her first name is
stricken – she’s simply “Nurse Adams.” It would seem like the
perfect vehicle for Blondell, giving her a platform for her usual
energetic, clever, wisecracking performance. She even gets knocked on
her keister a few times during the course of the picture. But both
the script and director Lloyd Bacon lets her down, for while Blondell
gives a strong performance, the rest of the cast seems rather
unmotivated, and the plot needlessly confused. Were Michael Curtiz or
Mervyn Leroy in the director’s chair, Miss Pinkerton would
be a much more lively film. As it is, it’s a film with a lot of
potential and a small payoff.
Being
an old dark house mystery we can expect plenty of red herrings,
suspicious characters, secret passages, screaming women, lights going
out at the most opportune times, and mysterious shadows followed by
menacing hands. In this film, there’s no shortage of suspicious
characters: the dying old aunt, a maid, an eccentric butler (of
course), an evil looking doctor, a shady lawyer and his equally shady
looking secretary, a fiancée, and the fiancée’s lover. And they
all look incredibly guilty to boot; any one of them, or all of them,
could have done it. But there’s an old saying that too many cooks
spoil the broth, and it’s certainly the case here. Miss
Pinkerton is done in by the weight of its script. There’s
just too much going on in too short a time.
Compare
this film with Curtiz’s The Kennel Murder Case. Both
have multiple red herrings, but in the Curtiz film, there’s a
strong character with the authority to sort everything out and make
sense of it all, while solving the crime. That’s just what Miss
Pinkerton lacks. Blondell’s main function in the film
seems to be to get terrorized throughout the film’s running time.
She’s terrific in those scenes, as her big blue eyes open even
wider and she screams her lovely head off. But she lacks the
balancing act of authority. She’s simply a nurse snooping around,
and when she does any detective work, it goes nowhere. The character
with the authority is Inspector Patten, played by George Brent, and
all he does is come and go, mostly go. He’s absent, except for a
few walk-ons, until the end, when he rushes to Blondell’s aid after
hearing her scream as she’s almost choked to death, and solves the
case.
On
a minor note, what about the dog to whom Adams takes such a liking?
In these types of mysteries, the dog can usually point to something
or someone overlooked. But here, all the dog does is eat and go
outside. It’s an opportunity wasted.
Bacon
tries to spice up the convoluted plot by adding some atmosphere in
the form of shadows and long silences. However, without the necessary
tension, all these add up to are simple conversation breaks, for the
film is merely one long conversation with little to back it up. It
would help if Bacon would give us some sense of the house’s layout.
Half the time we don’t know where we’re supposed to be, and we
aren’t helped that only a few of the scenes have any sense of
bearing on the mystery. Mostly the characters are eavesdropping on
each other. In fact, the biggest mystery of the film is the
discrepancy between the exterior shots of the house, with the
interior, which seems so much roomier than the exterior, even though
everybody seems to be bumping their heads throughout.
It
would have really helped the film if there were any chemistry between
Adams and Patten. For any chemistry to take hold, Brent has to be
there, and as we have seen, he’s mostly absent. It isn’t until
the end that we see any romance bloom, as they share a tender embrace
followed with some great dialogue: (Adams) “Wait, are you married?”
(Patten) “No. You?” (Adams) “No.” Unfortunately, it’s right
after this exchange that Patten receives his call alerting him to the
new murders, giving the viewer the impression that it was added as an
afterthought, which might well be the case.
One
plus for Miss Pinkerton is the photography of Barney
McGill, who concocts the menacing shadows and takes some of his shots
from oblique angles, adding a sense of terror that is so obviously
lacking throughout the rest of the film. The scene where Adams sees
Patten approach in a bathroom mirror also adds to our pleasure. But
in the end it was not enough, and even the bravura performance of
Blondell was not enough to pull Miss Pinkerton from
the mire of mediocrity to which the writers and the director have
sentenced it.
Afterwords
To
say that Warner Brothers kept star Joan Blondell busy is an
understatement. She appeared in 21 films in 1931 and 1932. In fact,
her schedule was so exhausting that in one take on Miss
Pinkerton that required her to lay on a cot and feign sleep,
she had to be shaken awake by the crew.
Look
for cameos by Lyle Talbot as a newspaper editor and young Walter
Brennan as a police dispatcher (both uncredited).
Memorable
Dialogue
Nurse
Adams arrives at the crime scene in a cab.
ADAMS
(to the driver): Here’s a dollar. Keep the change.
DRIVER
(looks at the meter): But the fare is a dollar!
ADAMS:
Then we’re even.
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