In The Time Of The Pixies- Frank Capra’s Mister Deeds Goes To Town
DVD Review
By Sam Lowell
Mister Deeds Goes To Town, starring Gary Cooper, Jean
Arthur, directed by Frank Capra, 1936
Recently in a review of a film later than the one under
review, Gary Cooper’s role in Meet John Doe where he plays a serious victim of the
Great Depression raging in the 1930s as hobo down on his luck who is desperate
in get out from under, I noted that Mister Cooper was the epitome of the old
time values fair-haired Midwestern, “ah shucks,” boy that such roles required,
that audiences, female audiences could relate to. Mister Cooper brings that same
“gee whizz” vitality to the role of Brother Deeds in Mister Deeds Goes To Town although here he is spouting forth the old
time Yankee virtues since he was plucked out of Vermont in this one. But I would
contend that those old-time values are the same ones that had been high-lighted
in the latter film as our intrepid crusader railed against the strangeness of
big city life (the “goes to town,” New York City life railed against in the former
movie as well, an easy moving target of biting social commentary then as now.
Here’s how it played out this time though. Brother Deeds
sitting unknowingly in his bucolic little Vermont retreat playing tuba and doing
other small town good deeds had his life turned around when he as the seemingly
sole heir to a playboy killed in a car accident was uprooted to the evil
empire, to New Jack City, by members of the scheming law firm that had handled
the decease’s accounts. That was their first mistake, bringing him to the big
city to be dazzled. The second was to underestimate a so-called “rube” when
they tried to pull the wool over his eyes about how and what he should do with
his new found fortune. The third was to, well, not protect him from the reporters,
at least one reporter, Babe, played by Jean Arthur.
No question then, as
now, a guy who grabbed the brass ring of twenty million dollars was hot news
although now it would have to be about twenty
billion to raise any interests. The law firm was able to keep the wolves of the
fourth estate away except the wily Babe. She began to write stories about him
on the sly while he was falling for her. Not good, not good when after he was
told who she was and what she was doing, he sensed she was just for the main chance.
Not good too when he decided to flee the big burg and head back to forlorn
little Vermont.
That would have been that except a distraught farmer cornered
him in his mansion before he fled and bewailed him for his high lifestyle. Hey,
that was not our fair-haired boy, not in hard scrabble times 1930s when people
were in serious trouble to provide themselves with three square a day. So our
boy, our boy Longfellow Deeds, decided to use his monies to do a personal “redistribute
the wealth” scheme by using his fortune to set farmers up on the land again
(the old forty acres and a mule that had run through farms belts of the world since
the first field was seeded.) Of course this action had the corrupt law firm (a
bunch of Cedars and another guy okay but corrupt law firm sets the right tone)
up in arms since Deeds’ account was being milked by them to cover their own
malfeasance.
The corrupt law firms’ strategy: have this knucklehead declared
mentally ill and throw away the key. But to do that they needed to take him
before a competency court another mistake (rather than say having a “hit man”
take him out). Despite every ploy Brother Deeds had their number, outfoxed
them, and gave the big city lawyers the boot. Gave New York City the back of
his back. Oh yeah and swooped up Babe too. Not Cooper or Capra’s best but okay,
okay.
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