Shining Victory (Irving Rapper, 1941)

 

Cast: James Stephenson, Geraldine Fitzgerald, Donald Crisp, Barbara O’Neil, Montagu Love, Sig Ruman, G.P. Huntley, Leonard Mudie, Doris Lloyd. Screenplay: Howard Koch, Anne Froelich, based on a play by A.J. Cronin. Cinematography: James Wong Howe. Art direction: Carl Jules Weyl. Film editing: Warren Low. Music: Max Steiner. 

Shining Victory – not to be confused with Dark Victory (Edmund Goulding, 1939) or Bright Victory (Mark Robson, 1951) – is a solid Warner Bros. product about a research physician (James Stephenson) who gets exiled to a private sanitarium in Scotland after accusing a senior researcher of stealing his work for an article about the treatment of dementia praecox, which we now call schizophrenia. Embittered by the experience, he snarls at and offends his colleagues until he’s assigned an assistant for his work: a lovely young woman (Geraldine Fitzgerald) just graduated from medical school. “A woman!” he sneers, and his scorn is compounded when he learns that she wants to be a medical missionary in China after her term as his assistant is over. Eventually, she wins him over – largely, it seems, by cleaning up his messy lab – and they fall in love. But things are not to be…. Based on a play called Jupiter Laughs by A.J. Cronin, the movie is more interested in getting the two doctors together than in his research, although his somewhat dodgy workaround of medical ethics is what produces the film’s crisis. Bette Davis, who co-starred with Fitzgerald in the aforementioned Dark Victory, has a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it cameo as a nurse.

Deception (Irving Rapper, 1946)

Bette Davis, Paul Henreid, and Claude Rains in Deception

Cast: Bette Davis, Paul Henreid, Claude Rains, John Abbott, Benson Fong. Screenplay: John Collier, Joseph Than, based on a play by Louis Verneuil. Cinematography: Ernest Haller. Art direction: Anton Grot. Film editing: Alan Crosland Jr. Music: Erich Wolfgang Korngold.

The highlight of Deception is a scene in which Claude Rains, as the imperious composer Alexander Hollenius, invites his ex-mistress Christine (Bette Davis) and her new husband, the cellist Karel Novak (Paul Henreid), to dine with him at a fancy restaurant before Novak is to play Hollenius's new concerto. While Christine and Karel stew, both eager to get the composer's approval so the cellist can make a career break, Hollenius plays the epicure, constantly rethinking the menu and the accompanying wines and keeping the couple from their goal. It's Rains at his best. In fact, he's the chief reason for seeing this somewhat overproduced melodrama, with its sometimes laughable skirting of the Production Code's strictures on sex. Would a worldly European like Novak really be so terribly shocked to find that Christine had been Hollenius's lover? Would Christine really be so determined to conceal the secret that she'd kill for it? Davis pulls out all of her mannerisms -- she disliked the film -- while Henreid struggles to rise above his usual passivity as a leading man overshadowed by his leading lady.

Now, Voyager (Irving Rapper, 1942)

Paul Henreid, Bette Davis, and John Loder in Now, Voyager

Charlotte Vale: Bette Davis
Jerry Durrance: Paul Henreid
Dr. Jaquith: Claude Rains
Mrs. Vale: Gladys Cooper
June Vale: Bonita Granville
Eliot Livingston: John Loder
Lisa Vale: Ilka Chase
Deb McIntyre: Lee Patrick
Mr. Thompson: Franklin Pangborn
Dora Pickford: Mary Wickes
Tina Durrance: Janis Wilson

Director: Irving Rapper
Screenplay: Casey Robinson
Based on a novel by Olive Higgins Prouty
Cinematography: Sol Polito
Art direction: Robert M. Haas
Film editing: Warren Low
Music: Max Steiner

"A campy tearjerker," "kitsch," "a schlock classic" -- that's pretty much what you have to call Now, Voyager if you're a critic trying to prove your tough-mindedness, like Pauline Kael or the unidentified New York Times reviewer who dismissed it as "lachrymose." But there are at least two moments in the movie that bring it into focus as something more than just a routine weepie, or rather that suggest that even a routine weepie has a point to make. One is the scene in which Charlotte Vale and Eliot Livingston break off their engagement in an off-handed, all-in-a-day's-work manner. Eliot is, after all, as square as John Loder's jaw, and not at all the mate for a woman who has just discovered who she is. Of course, the breakup kills Charlotte's mother, but that consequence is long past due. The other key moment for me is in the long final scene between Charlotte and Jerry Durrance. She has more or less adopted Tina, the daughter that Jerry's never-seen wife doesn't want. But when Jerry tells her that he's taking Tina away, there's one of the more magnificent Bette Davis moments from a career full of them. His reason, you see, is that by devoting herself to Tina, Charlotte is apparently depriving herself of the opportunity to catch a man. For a brief moment we see Charlotte incredulous at the reason, followed by another moment of something like, "Lord, what fools men are." Jerry drops several notches in Charlotte's esteem at the moment, which leads into the film's most famous line, in which she dismisses Jerry's egocentric wishful thinking: "Oh, Jerry, don't let's ask for the moon. We have the stars." Charlotte Vale emerges from the film as one of the more admirable, level-headed women ever seen on a movie screen.