Ed here: I just watched this last night and admire it as much as
Jake does. It is certainly one of the psychologically richest noirs of all and
both the writing and acting are remarkable for the echoes you take away from
the film. Jake's take on it is equally remarkable.
Jake Hinkson:
While I can say unequivocally that Andre de Toth’s Pitfall is
one of the great film noirs, I cannot say with any certainty whether its final
brilliance is by design. Is there such a thing as an accidental masterpiece?
I’m not sure, but there is an ambiguity at the center of this film which is
either a stroke of genius or a grievous oversight on behalf of the filmmakers.
Pitfall tells the story of John Forbes (Dick Powell) a
married insurance agent who is bored at home and tired of being an “average
American.” One day Forbes meets Mona Stevens (Lizabeth Scott) the sexy
girlfriend of a convict only days away from being released. Forbes and Mona
have a few drinks, share some pointed conversation, and then spend a night
together. Unfortunately for both of them, Mona is being stalked by a creepy
private eye named MacDonald. He’s a bug-eyed nutjob, obsessed with Mona and
none too happy about her new, married boyfriend. As MacDonald grows more
violent, what might have been a brief adulterous affair turns into a walking
nightmare for Forbes and Mona. This set-up is a perfect illustration of one of
my favorite definitions of film noir (from Roger Ebert): an ordinary guy
indulges the weaker side of his character, and hell opens up beneath his feet.
I’ve always loved that quote, and it certainly applies here, but
what makes Pitfall so interesting is the way it sets up that
basic situation but then, underneath, tells another story.
That story belongs to the “other woman” Mona Stevens. The plot
prepares us to accept her as a femme fatale, but then an interesting thing
happens on the way to the gallows. Mona turns out to be a nice person. Okay,
she’s got bad taste in men. Her boyfriend is in jail for embezzling funds to
buy her clothes and a boat. She attracts a psychopath like MacDonald on first
meeting. Five minutes after meeting Forbes, she has him agreeing to stiff
drinks in a darkened bar at three in the afternoon. Clearly, she’s got issues
with men.
But she isn’t a femme fatale. Once she learns Forbes is married,
she breaks it off with him. She rebuffs MacDonald, and she tries to shield
Forbes from his wrath. While she makes some bad decisions, Mona never seems
motivated by the greed and selfishness that are motivating just about everyone
else. She is, without a doubt, the most interesting, sympathetic person in the
movie. It doesn’t hurt that she’s played by Lizabeth Scott,
one of the great women of noir, whose specialty was being world-weary and
fragile at the same time. While she was breathtakingly beautiful, there was an
undeniable sadness to Liz Scott. Her eyes, sensuous as they may be, always look
as if they’ve been crying, and while she sometimes played the blond ice goddess
in film noirs, more often than not what shone through in her performances was a
bruised and battered quality, a sense that she was a smart woman forced to make
due in a dumb man’s world.
That was never truer than in this movie. Forbes lies to her to
get her in bed, MacDonald stalks her, and her convict boyfriend is a
whiskey-swilling imbecile. Pitfall may have the set-up of a
femme fatale story, but by the end it seems to be more about Mona Stevens and
three L’Homme fatales.
The thing is, though, I’m not sure if the movie knows this. On the surface, it
is still telling the story of Forbes, the ordinary man indulging the weaker
side of his character.
And that’s a story the movie tells well. Dick Powell is
excellent as Forbes. As a dramatic actor, Powell’s specialty was inferiority
masked as smugness. Even when he played Philip Marlowe inMurder My Sweet,
you got the sense that the smugness was just a way to cover up the fact the
character was in over his head. Powell’s character is in way over his head
here. His chief adversary, the psycho private eye MacDonald, is played byRaymond Burr at
his villainous best. You do not want to find yourself staring down Raymond Burr
in a film noir, especially if you are Dick Powell. The movie generates a lot of
suspense as it tightens the vise on this weak, normal, believable man.
And yet…
Notice what happens at the end. What happens to Mona? Is she
being punished by the Production Code for sleeping with a married man? Does the
District Attorney’s angry words to Forbes (“I think we have the wrong person
upstairs”) reflect the feelings of the filmmakers? Look at the last shot of
her. Notice that we see her from Forbes’ perspective. Is this robbing Mona of
her final moment? Or is it a commentary on the real tragedy of the story? I
don’t know the answer to these questions, but ask yourself: when hell opened up
beneath Forbes’ feet, whom did it swallow?
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Director Andre De Toth also directed the wonderful Crime Wave.
For an interesting interview with this underrated artist, click here.
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