Film Noir Review: His Kind of Woman (1951)

“This place is dangerous. The time right deadly. The drinks are on me, my bucko!”

There’s an old saying that all films are made at least three times: once, when the screenwriter commits the story to paper; again, when the director captures the story on film; and finally, when the story is constructed in the editing room. At best, it can allow a margin of creativity that improves a final product. At worst, it can allow for too many hands on deck and the film can become a compromised mess.

These options are what make His Kind of Woman such a puzzling oddity.

His Kind of Woman movie posterHis Kind of Woman, 1951

Released by RKO Radio Pictures in 1951, His Kind of Woman is a film that suffered mercilessly at the hands of the studio. Scenes were rewritten, characters were recast, and the majority of it was reshot after production had initially wrapped. It fuses film noir and screwball in completely nonsensical ways. It’s overtly violent at times and incredibly hammy in others. It’s also far more entertaining than it has any right to be.

In an effort to determine how such an enigmatic film was made, I’m going to break His Kind of Woman down into its respective act– each of which, according to record, reflect the input of a different creator.

ACT 1: THE FILM NOIR

His Kind of Woman 7Robert Mitchum and Jane Russell

The first draft for His Kind of Woman was actually styled as a traditional film noir. Screenwriters Jack Pearson and Earl Fenton (uncredited work on Nocturne and Out of the Past) penned a story that had all the obligatory bells and whistles: gangsters, gunplay, and plenty of choice dialogue for star Robert Mitchum to rattle off while looking cool.

The film’s opening scene plays to this notion, with its seamy Los Angeles backdrop and hoodlums who’d just as soon brawl as they would play a game of cards. In the case of Dan Milner (Mitchum), he’s treated to the former — the price of being an amateur gambler on good days, and a professional loser on bad ones. Things seem to turn around when he’s offered $50,000 cash. The catch? That he go down to a resort in Mexico and make good on an undisclosed “favor.” Milner smells a rotten deal, but like any self-respecting sap in a film noir, he takes the bait anyway.

John Farrow was hired to direct after handling Mitchum’s previous film, Where Danger Lives (1950), and his tight, economic pace is evident in these early scenes. Note the way he lingers on empty diners and hotel rooms, establishing mood through foreboding silence. Once Milner boards a plane to Mexico, though, you can feel Farrow’s delicate grip being pried from the wheel and replaced with that of the film’s iron-fisted producer, Howard Hughes.

ACT 2: THE COMEDY

Mitchum and Russell would reunite in 1952's Macao.Robert Mitchum and Jane Russell

Hughes was reportedly unhappy with Farrow’s bleak vision of the film, and decided to overhaul the production in an effort to create something that was more commercially “worthy” of his stars. He promptly ordered Pearson and Fenton to rewrite every scene that took place after Milner arrived in Mexico. It’s anybody’s guess as to what occurred in their original draft, as the rewrites completely diffuse tension by adding silly characters and multiple romantic subplots.

Generally speaking, this is a good way to derail a film noir. There have been so many tragic cases where a noir opens in the city, establishes a wonderfully bleak tone, and then undermines it with a second act that turns their characters into bleeding hearts. Labeled as an attempt to humanize the characters, it succeeds mainly in making them less compelling. For evidence, see Desperate (1947), Dark City (1950), and the maddening waste that is One Way Street (1950).

The main reason His Kind of Woman avoids this curse is that it doesn’t take its radical shift in tone very seriously. It reinvents itself as a screwball comedy seemingly on the spot, with Milner poking fun at some of the more eccentric guests (Jim Backus is especially kooky as a skirt-chasing stockbroker) and flirting with lounge singer Lenore Brent (Jane Russell). The two create friction, even as Brent attempts to woo rich actor Mark Cardigan (Vincent Price) from his estranged wife.

Price gives a wonderfully bubbly performance as Cardigan.Vincent Price

Mitchum and Russell’s chemistry (which I go into more of here) is superb, but really, it’s Price’s hammy Cardigan that hogs the spotlight. While Mitchum is forced to remain the straight man and play detective, Price is allowed to run wild as a character desperate to trade his “phony” hero image in for the real thing.

The scene where Cardigan screens his latest swashbuckler at the resort is an easy standout. The hopeful star sits behind the crowd, eagerly scanning to see if their enjoyment equals his own. At one point, he stands up and claps at his character’s victory, only to recoil in silence when he realizes he’s the only one doing so. The indifferent response he gets from Brent (“Oh it was fine, it was just a little long. About an hour and a half.”) and the miserly Dr. Kellog (“It has a message even a pigeon wouldn’t carry.”) make for some of the best one-liners in the film.

If Cardigan feels superfluous to the story, it’s because he was in fact one of Hughes’ later additions. Fenton originally wrote him in as a minor character, but the producer was so amused by Price that he brought in writer/director Richard Fleischer to give him more scenes. Price later spoke on the bizarre process, and the impact it had on his co-stars: “I think Bob [Mitchum] was disappointed at the direction the script took because if he had known about the comic tilt, he would have played his character in a lighter vein.”

As Milner is taken captive by gangsters, however, Hughes and Fleischer prove just how far they’re willing to go off the beaten path and into unchartered territory.

ACT 3: THE CHAOS

If ever a still captured the divided spirit of a film...Price and Mitchum

There have been films noir climaxes that are more brutal perhaps, or more comedic, but never one with scenes this wildly juxtaposed, and somehow integral to one another. Milner learns that deported kingpin Nick Ferraro (Raymond Burr) plans to steal his identity and reenter the U.S. using plastic surgery. He also decides to strips Milner of his shirt, tan his back with a leather belt, and aim a pistol at his unconscious body.

The violence shown here is made all the more brutal by the comedy that preceded it, while Fleischer (who was hired after Hughes saw an early cut of The Narrow Margin) brings an ugliness and previously untapped depravity to the characters. This is especially true with Ferraro, who Burr plays as a sweaty masochist: “I want him to be fully conscious. I don’t like to shoot a corpse. I want to see the expression on his face when he knows it’s coming.”

"I want to see the expression on his face when he knows it's coming.”Mitchum and Burr

We then cut to a lake, where Cardigan is prepping a rescue mission. He’s armed and enraged over Milner’s capture. He’s also wearing a cape, quoting Hamlet, and sinking in a paddle boat with a fleet of Mexican policeman. “My kingdom for a ship,” he mugs at the camera, “Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground!” They eventually make it to Ferraro’s ship, where things devolve into a feverish clutter of pratfalls and violence.

Milner gets the girl, Cardigan gets to be the hero, and the film closes on a fittingly nonsensical shot: a pair of trousers burning under an iron. Sounds about right.

ACT 4: THE AFTERMATH

His Kind of Woman 5

In his 1991 autobiography Just Tell Me When to Cry, Fleischer claims that the film took two about months to reshoot, including the scenes with Burr, who replaced original actor Robert J. Wilke at Hughes’ behest. The footage was then pieced together with scraps from Farrow’s abandoned cut, and His Kind of Woman premiered in August 1951, over a year after its initial completion.

Audiences were throughly confused by the film when it was released, and it lost a reported $820,000 at the box office (roughly the same amount Hughes spent on reshoots). The confusion holds up even today. It’s a fantastic mess of a film, with plot threads coming and going as they please, and actors emote as though they’re in different genres altogether.

His Kind of Woman 8Price and Russell

Yet, its enjoyable qualities stem in no small part from it being such a mess — a film as unpredictable and thrilling as anything released during Hollywood’s Golden Age. A film where a man in a cape, a sadistic gangster, and a tender romance somehow coexist within the space realm. A film that unintentionally paved the way for a generation of violent noir-comedies (In Bruges, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang and The Ice Harvest continue to heed its influence today). Not everyone will like it, but those that do will love it. B+

TRIVIA: Hughes had to pay $15,000 to reshoot the scene where Cardigan and the police sink in the rowboat.

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–Danilo Castro for Classic Movie Hub

Danilo Castro is a film noir specialist and Contributing Writer for Classic Movie Hub. You can read more of Danilo’s articles and reviews at the Film Noir Archive, or you can follow Danilo on Twitter @DaniloSCastro.

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