By
Ed Garea
Alias
the Doctor (WB, 1932) – Directors: Michael
Curtiz, Lloyd Bacon (uncredited). Writers: Houston Branch (s/p),
Charles Kenyon (dialogue), Imre Foldes (play). Stars: Richard
Barthelmess, Marian Marsh, Norman Foster, Adrienne Dore, Lucille La
Verne, Oscar Apfel, John St. Polis & George Rosener. B&W, 61
minutes.
The
implausible melodramatic plot of Alias the Doctor would
have perfect for Douglas Sirk, the master of implausibility in the
‘50s. We could easily see Rock Hudson as Karl, Robert Stack as
Stephan, and Jane Wyman as Lotti, with Agnes Moorhead as Mrs.
Brenner.
Karl
Brenner (Barthelmess) and his foster brother, Stephan Brenner
(Foster), leave their farm in the Austrian countryside and travel to
Munich to study medicine. Karl, in love with foster sister, Lotti
(Marsh), would rather work as a farmer, but he bends to the wishes of
foster mother, Mrs. Brenner (La Verne) and joins Stephan in medical
school. Karl is a brilliant student, earning his rent money by
tutoring rich kids and studying hard, with the result that he is
named class valedictorian.
Stephan,
on the other hand, would rather drink and chase women. One night,
loaded to the gills, he argues with his girlfriend Anna (Dore) and
hits her hard, causing her to fall down the stairs and rupture her
abdomen. To compound matters Stephan operates on Anna, even though he
does not yet have his medical license. The operation goes badly and
she becomes very ill. Panicked, he confesses everything to Karl, who
agrees to try to help her, even though he does not yet have his
license, either. However, before he has a chance to operate
he’s discovered by the landlord. Karl gallantly takes the
blame and gets a three-year prison sentence for his trouble while
Stephan returns home racked with guilt and operates a small medical
practice in between bouts of drinking.
On
the day Karl is released Stephan conveniently dies of tuberculosis.
Even more conveniently, one his first day home, a small boy is badly
injured in an accident right in front of the family home. Karl
decides to operate, even though knowing that if he was caught, it’s
back to prison. But all comes out well and when Dr. Niergardt (St.
Polis) arrives from Vienna, he examines the boy, and congratulates
Karl on his life-saving work, believing him to be Stephan. Niergardt
takes Karl with him back to Vienna, where the young doctor becomes a
big success. But his new double life hangs over him and he knows it
could end any minute once someone who knew Stephan gets a look at
him.
Karl
calls Lotti, telling her that he wants to quit. He tells her to pack
and meet him in Vienna. From there they will go to Paris and be
married. However, now that he is supposed to be Lottie's brother,
they are forbidden to marry. Mrs. Brenner forces Lottie to announce
her engagement to another man, which drives Karl crazy. Then, to
compound matters, she writes a letter exposing Karl to Franz von
Bergman, head of the medical board. But why? She had just made a big
deal out of convincing Karl to accompany Niergardt to Vienna, giving
him Stephan’s diploma and telling him that if his operation on the
little boy was a crime, then go to Vienna and commit a thousand more
crimes. Her actions here make absolutely no sense, other than to move
the plot along.
Later
though, Frau Brenner has had second thoughts about the letter because
she waits in the rain to intercept it. Failing that, she collapses in
the street with no one there able to save her but . . . Guess Who? As
Karl prepares to operate the board of directors call him up to let
him know that the game is up and it looks as though Frau Brenner is
about to buy the farm, as it were. Yet, Karl delivers a speech so
passionate and convincing that the board relents and he gets to save
his foster mother. After the operation the film cuts away from the
humbly thankful look on Karl’s face to a brief distant shot of his
back plowing the fields as ‘The End’ pops up on the screen.
Afterwords
That
this movie is watchable despite the plot machinations is due to the
directorial skill of Michael Curtiz, who keeps the film moving at a
fast pace and wrings every drop of melodrama from this that he
can without allowing it to become too lachrymose, lest the audience
sit back and reflect on the implausibilities on the screen.
Curtiz’s
use of shadow to show lovers embracing, patients being treated, or
family members waiting for news is masterful, as is the appearance of
a skull paperweight used to foreshadow Foster’s death and
which pops into Barthelmess’ memory years later when he learns
Foster has died. The coroner’s inquest, shot through bars just
before Barthelmess is locked up, is also eerily effective with the
autopsy doctor (an uncredited Nigel De Brulier) waiting eagerly by
the operating rooms, the light focused on his eyes to give him a
ghoulish look.
Art
director Anton Grot also lends his capable hand to the production,
contributing sets that are massive, angled, sparsely furnished spaces
which look impressive, as in the hospital and the student dormitory.
As
to the acting, Barthelmess is earnest, but the techniques that made
him so effective in silent movies come to hurt him here, such as too
many long unnatural pauses and other instances of exaggerated
gesticulation. This inability to conform to the new paradigm of sound
would force his semi-retirement from the screen in 1936.
Still,
he fares better than his co-stars. As Lotti, Marian Marsh isn’t
given a whole lot to do. Her character seems to have been
invented merely to add more conflict to Karl’s double life. Norman
Foster’s role as Stephan Brenner is more of an afterthought, but
Lucille La Verne as Frau Brenner contributes real drama to the
proceedings as we are constantly questioning her motives. Karl’s
mother Martha is a real treat. In a vexing performance we are left
wondering as to her true motives. Was she really out to help both
sons, or just Stephan, the natural born one by sending the studious
Karl to help carry him through medical school?
Alias
the Doctor is by no means a great movie, but its Pre-Code
pedigree makes it watchable.
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