FLAXY TO THE MAX

When Mayo goes bad keep well clear.

What will a guy do for a girl when he’s in love? Plenty, according to Hollywood. The crime drama Flaxy Martin stars Virginia Mayo as the title character, with Zachary Scott, Douglas Kennedy, and Dorothy Malone in support. Scott plays a mobbed up lawyer who decides he wants out of the rackets, setting into motion a chain of unfortunate events in which he takes a murder rap for Mayo. It’s done out of love, but his feelings may be one-sided. Mayo has been recruited by the mob boss to use her wiles to keep Scott in line. When Scott confesses, he’s confident he’ll beat the charge defending himself in court. But the boss springs a phony witness on him and instead it looks like his goose might be cooked extra crispy.

Mayo is one of those period actresses we’ll watch in anything. Flaxy Martin is a departure from her usual fare. She’s a femme fatale of the most fatal type, playing two men to advantage, slapping around another woman, and generally smirking and sneering her way nastily through life. The question, in such a case of atypical casting, is whether she produces a believable performance. We’d say yes, but she’s the only part we believed. Little else makes sense. Absent anything resembling sexual heat between Scott and Mayo, his confession feels unlikely. Later, Dorothy Malone, as a trusting soul who picks up stray criminals, comes across as vapidly reckless rather than sweet.

Even so, there are worse ways to spend an evening than watching Mayo walk on the wild side. We imagine most actresses wanted to try on the femme fatale role back then at least once, but film noir being a relatively small slice of the cinematic pie, and studios being so controlling of actresses’ public images, most never got the chance. Mayo, a comic actress with a Vaudeville background, must have reveled in the opportunity. Obviously crime can’t pay in vintage cinema, so don’t get your hopes up that she might slide on her evil deeds. Just enjoy watching her break hearts. Also, as a side note, the movie might be worth a watch just to see mob thug Elisha Wood, Jr. pull the old gag of running out of bullets then throwing his gun. Frickin’ hilarious. Flaxy Martin premiered in the U.S. today in 1949.

Many miles to go before you Sleep.

This unusual Danish photo poster was made for Sternwood-mysteriet— Actually, a quick digression. That would be a good pub quiz question, wouldn’t it? It could be part of a foreign titles round. “Okay, next question. What is the original title of the film released in Denmark as Sternwood-mysteriet?” Did we ever mention that PSGP has hosted numerous pub quizzes? That’s why it came to mind. Funny story: He once lost a bet and had to host one in a Speedo. Anyway, any noir fan would get the question right—Sternwood-mysteriet is better known as The Big Sleep, starring Humphrey Bogart and someone named “Laureen” Bacall.

The movie didn’t premiere in Denmark until today in 1962. Why? Apparently it was banned. There could be a couple of different reasons why, or both at once. Bogart’s character Sam Spade gets laid—by implication—with a bookstore clerk played by the lovely Dorothy Malone. And a central part of the complex mystery deals with illicit photos, implied to have been pornographic shots of a drugged Martha Vickers. The bookstore seduction isn’t in Raymond Chandler’s source novel, but the smut photos are. Haven’t seen the movie? You should watch it. But carefully.

Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall play in the “Sternwood-Mystery” – the film that was previously banned but is now released by the censor – uncut!

Evelyn Keyes goes from jewel thief to disease vector in The Killer That Stalked New York.


Above are a couple of excellent posters for the drama The Killer That Stalked New York, one of which features Evelyn Keyes on a high ledge. The movie is sometimes classified as a film noir, and we really don’t mean to act like pain-in-the-ass purists, but we don’t consider it a film noir. Plotwise, it deals with a jewel smuggler who unknowingly brings smallpox from Cuba to New York City. Keyes smuggled the jewels in for her boyfriend, but when she turns them over to him the sneaky fucker absconds. Keyes knows he has to sell them in the city, so she tries to track him down and prevent him from stiffing her, even as doctors notice that people are falling ill, manage to identify the culprit as smallpox, and try to decide how to stop the spread of the virus. Obviously, there are numerous parallels and ironies involved in watching this in the COVID-19 era. Carl Benton Reid as NYC’s health commissioner: “Anyone not vaccinated is liable to get the disease. If they still refuse to submit, then tell them what they face.”

Of course, smallpox had a 30% per-case death rate compared to 1.6% in the U.S. for COVID-19, but mention that difference to people who’ve watched others die and see what reaction you get. What 1.6% represents, aside from a death rate, is a level of suffering at which tens of millions of adults shrug and refuse to take a shot to help save lives—at least 775,000 dead in the U.S. and counting, each of them a real person, not just a statistic. We’ve lost two close friends to this virus, neither in a so-called high risk category, and so has PI-1—whose friend spent weeks on a ventilator only to finally succumb to brain death. She had a six-year-old daughter. That kind of disaster kills not just the victim, but quite possibly forever harms families and loved ones.

Keyes reaches the point where her smallpox makes her like a dead woman walking, but she won’t drop until she’s found that chiseler of a boyfriend and made him pay for crossing her. What The Killer That Stalked New York ends up being is a crime procedural-turned medical thriller-turned double-layered chase movie. Keyes is a great, unsung star, and her willingness to uglify herself shows her commitment to the art of storytelling, but even so, the movie could be better. The two layers of story are required, because it’s only Keyes’ criminal status that causes her to run around dodging the cops—and by accident spreading the virus—however the film maybe should have done away with its framing narration and public service feel. At least it has Keyes. Nothing dims her luster for us—not even a mediocre script, dark rings under her eyes, and a layer of fever sweat. The Killer That Stalked New York premiered in the U.S. today in 1950.

Killer virus? Whatever. I’ll take my chances.
 
Hi, is it too late for big government to save me?
 

2024 update: the COVID-19 pandemic (the illness still exists) killed more than a million Americans. That ranks it as the deadliest disaster in the country’s history, yet there are still people who think the government should have done nothing. But of course, if that had happened, there would be an entirely different set of conspiracy theories about how the government wanted everyone to die. We’re glad we live in Spain.

Mortal man finds himself at the whims of a goddess in 1954's Pushover.

We love this bold yellow poster for Du plomb pour l’inspecteur, which was originally made in the U.S. and known as Pushover. Most important item to note here is that this is Kim Novak’s first credited role, when she was aged twenty-one and looked freshly delivered to Earth on a sunbeam. Fred MacMurray plays a cop assigned to get close to her in order to snare her gangster boyfriend. MacMurray is only mortal, unlike Novak, so he immediately falls in love with her and begins seeing her outside his official duties. Not long after that he’s plotting to steal her man’s cache of $210,000 in bank loot. That would be about two million dollars in today’s money, which is no insignificant amount. Any man would compromise his principles for that, but he’d do so even more readily for a chance to nuzzle Novak. There are a lot of old movies out there that hinge on lust as a motivating factor, but in this one it really makes sense. Performance-wise Novak can’t act well yet, but like MacMurray, you’ll overlook her flaws. After opening in the U.S. in 1954 Pushover premiered in France today in 1955.

We'd to hate to find out what the other thirty-five are like.

Private Hell 36. It doesn’t mean anything, but what a great title. And it comes with two great promo posters. These are probably in the first two chambers of hell to lure you in. Made in 1954, this film noir co-stars and was co-written by Ida Lupino, who plays a woman who is convinced to help the police on a stakeout for a counterfeiter. She’d been passed a fake fifty but the police can’t identify the crook unless she sees him and fingers him. As the days pass cop Steven Cochran takes a liking to her, and she to him. Star-crossed love in the noirish night. Lupino wants the finer things in life. Cochran wants to give them to her. When counterfeit bills start blowing on the wind, Cochran and his partner split over stealing the cash. You know where this goes—nowhere good.

Cochran is really good in this. As his decisions hurt those around him and his circumstances constrict his possibilities in the worst way, the performance he gives generates tension and empathy. Lupino does her usual great job, and the support from Dorothy Malone and Howard Duff is perfect, so in the end what you have is a solid film noir tinged with affecting interpersonal drama and working class pathos. In real life we don’t feel the least bit bad for dirty cops, but that’s the beauty of art—it puts you in other people’s shoes and for an hour or two you understand. Private Hell 36 is short and to the point. It asks: If $80,000 landed in your lap would you keep it? In film noir, you better not.

Some days you wish you'd never gotten out of bed.

The Big Sleep is certainly in the conversation for best film noir ever made, but as a friend always used to say—it ain’t a competition. The Big Sleep is merely a very good film, a moment when the film noir form came into full flower. It’s complex, and lovers of vintage cinema often cite it as proof that people today can’t follow a difficult plot. But the truth is the movie was criticized as too complex even when it was released. That said, it’s definitely a tough follow for people when they’re being interrupted by texts and ringtones. We recommend giving it a watch with all your devices turned off. It’s fun, engrossing, and totally amazing. The Big Sleep premiered in the U.S. today in 1946.

Hold on to your hat. This is going to be a helluva ride.

Dorothy Malone and cars go nicely together. We learned this by watching her 1955 b-thriller The Fast and the Furious, in which she’s the proud owner of a Jaguar Roadster. Above you see her in another amazing machine, a 1955 Chevrolet Bel-Air convertible. At least that’s what we think it is. It doesn’t mater, though. Any car with Malone inside is a luxury vehicle.

They say the truth sets you free, but a Jaguar roadster helps quite a bit too.

A great title cannot go unborrowed forever. The Fast and the Furious would be a good name for a film noir, a war movie, or even a romantic melodrama (young and restless, anyone?). So it was a good fit for the action franchise starring Vin Diesel. But it was first used for a little crime drama released today in 1955 starring John Ireland and Dorothy Malone. In the film, Ireland, who’s been framed for murder, breaks out of jail, takes Malone hostage in her convertible Jaguar XK 120 roadster, and enters a cross-border road race hoping to get into Mexico. That’s a killer concept for an action movie, but this is American International Pictures, which means it’s done low budget, with lots of projection efx and stock footage in the action scenes, and minimal work on the script. But while the movie isn’t great, it’s certainly suitable as a Saturday night popcorn muncher. Invite witty friends, enjoy the cars, laugh at the repartee, and marvel over Dorothy Malone.

Clothes encounters of the Hollywood kind.

We’ve been gathering rare wardrobe and hairdresser test shots from the golden era of Hollywood, and today seems like a good day to share some of what we’ve found. It was standard procedure for all the main performers in a movie to pose for such photos, but the negatives that survive tend to belong to the most popular stars, such as Cary Grant, who you see at right. You’ll see Marilyn Monroe more than amply represented below. What can we do? She’s possibly the most photographed Hollywood figure ever, and she was beautiful in every exposure. But we’ve also found shots of a few lesser known stars, such as Giorgia Moll and France Nuyen.

Some of the shots are worth special note. You’ll see Doris Day as a mermaid for The Glass Bottom Boat, Liz Taylor as a kid for National Velvet and an adult for Cat On a Hot Tin Roof, Farrah Fawcett in lingerie, Sheree North in both front and rear poses, and Yul Brynner looking like an actual man by sporting a body that had to that point seemingly known neither razor nor wax (he ditched the fur for his actual onscreen appearances). Usually the photos feature a chalkboard or card with pertinent information about the production and star, but not always, as in the case of Brynner’s photo, and in Audrey Hepburn’s and Joan Collins’ cases as well. If the names of the subjects don’t appear on the chalkboards you can refer to the keywords at bottom, which are listed in order. We may put together another group of these wardrobe shots later.

They’re only being nice because they want to know where he bought his paisley sarong.

Above is the cover of an issue of V published today in 1947. Inside are various celeb and cinema features, a photo-comic written by the famed Maurice Dekobra, a back cover by Jean David, and plenty of photography, including the feature “Don Juan les pins,” or Don Juan of the Pines, whatever the hell that means. Also a bit of a mystery is the baffled looking cover star surrounded by six swooning women and a dog. He’s damnably familiar but we can’t quite place him, and since this is V we’re talking about, the editors have predictably failed to identify him. He’s a Columbia Pictures player, according to the caption, but that’s all we got. Anyone recognize him? Drop us a line. Thanks.

Update: So we have the answer from Nick, who informs us this is Arthur Lake, who played Dagwood in the U.S. television series Blondie, based on the famous comic strip. Thanks a million for that info. This also seems like a good time to thank not just Nick, but all Pulp Intl. readers. Your support and knowledge is essential to making this site work and we always appreciate it.

Update 2: Now it all becomes clear. A reader informs us that “Don Juan les pins” is a play on words. Juan-les-pins is a popular vacation spot in France, located on the Côte d’Azur between Nice and Cannes.

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The headlines that mattered yesteryear.

1962—Canada Has Last Execution

The last executions in Canada occur when Arthur Lucas and Ronald Turpin, both of whom are Americans who had been extradited north after committing separate murders in Canada, are hanged at Don Jail in Toronto. When Turpin is told that he and Lucas will probably be the last people hanged in Canada, he replies, “Some consolation.”

1964—Guevara Speaks at U.N.

Ernesto “Che” Guevara, representing the nation of Cuba, speaks at the 19th General Assembly of the United Nations in New York City. His speech calls for wholesale changes in policies between rich nations and poor ones, as well as five demands of the United States, none of which are met.

2008—Legendary Pin-Up Bettie Page Dies

After suffering a heart attack several days before, erotic model Bettie Page, who in the 1950s became known as the Queen of Pin-ups, dies when she is removed from life support machinery. Thanks to the unique style she displayed in thousands of photos and film loops, Page is considered one of the most influential beauties who ever lived.

1935—Downtown Athletic Club Awards First Trophy

The Downtown Athletic Club in New York City awards its first trophy for athletic achievement to University of Chicago halfback Jay Berwanger. The prize is later renamed the Heisman Trophy, and becomes the most prestigious award in college athletics.

1968—Japan's Biggest Heist Occurs

300 million yen is stolen from four employees of the Nihon Shintaku Ginko bank in Tokyo when a man dressed as a police officer blocks traffic due to a bomb threat, makes them exit their bank car while he checks it for a bomb, then drives away in it. Under Japanese statute of limitations laws, the thief could come forward today with no repercussions, but nobody has ever taken credit for the crime.

1965—UFO Reported by Thousands of Witnesses

A large, brilliant fireball is seen by thousands in at least six U.S. states and Ontario, Canada as it streaks across the sky, reportedly dropping hot metal debris, starting grass fires, and causing sonic booms. It is generally assumed and reported by the press to be a meteor, however some witnesses claim to have approached the fallen object and seen an alien craft.

1980—John Lennon Killed

Ex-Beatle John Lennon is shot four times in the back and killed by Mark David Chapman in front of The Dakota apartment building in New York City. Chapman had been stalking Lennon since October, and earlier that evening Lennon had autographed a copy of his album Double Fantasy for him.

Italian artist Benedetto Caroselli illustrated this set of predominantly yellow covers for Editrice Romana Periodici's crime series I Narratori Americani del Brivido.
The cover of Paul Connolly's So Fair, So Evil features amusing art of a man who's baffled and will probably always be that way.
Cover art by the great Sandro Symeoni for Peter Cheyney's mystery He Walked in her Sleep, from Ace Books in 1949.
The mysterious artist who signed his or her work as F. Harf produced this beautiful cover in 1956 for the French publisher S.E.P.I.A.

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