***“You
Know How To Whistle, Don’t You?”-Lauren Bacall And Humphrey Bogart’s To Have And Have Not
DVD
Review
From
The Pen Of Frank Jackman
To
Have And Have Not, starring Lauren Bacall, Humphrey Bogart, Walter Brennan, Hoagy
Carmichael, directed by Howard Hawks, screenplay by William Faulkner, based on the
novel by Ernest Hemingway, 1944
The
recent passing away of the actress Lauren Bacall (Summer, 2014) got me to
thinking about watching (again) her very first movie with her paramour met on
the film then, Humphrey Bogart, the now classic To Have and Have Not. And so I did and reminded myself how that film
has always been at the top of my list for the greatest films that I have seen. And
why not. Look at the pedigree. Based on a novel by Ernest Hemingway (although in
the end quite loosely for I do not believe a fox like Marie, the role Ms. Bacall
plays in the film, would have stayed in the same room as the novel’s Captain
Morgan for a minute). Based on a screenplay at least in part written by William
Faulkner who had a feel for such dialogue. Some musical interludes played by
the great popular composer (Stardust, How
Little We Know), Hoagy Carmichael, as the worldly piano player, Cricket, at
the bar of the hotel where Marie and Captain Morgan (Steve before long, before she
gets her hooks into him) play out their dance. A very good performance by
Walter Brennan as a drunk who thinks he is watching out for the good captain.
Directed by well-regarded Howard Hawks. But all of that is so much eye-wash
what makes this film great is the chemistry between Marie and Steve. Chemistry
I have mentioned elsewhere producing some of the sexiest scenes that two people
can make with their clothes on. (Nudity would detract enormously from this
mating ritual. Beside, unlike in pre-code 1930s Hollywood, no such thing would
occur before the screen. Christ they were afraid to show assumed nudity scenes behind
a shower curtain and gave married couples twin beds. Jesus.)
Even
the plotline pales before the dance these two put on. Frankly some of the story
seems a bit of a rehash of the earlier Bogart vehicle (with Ingrid Bergman), Casablanca, where a recalcitrant Rick,
owner of Rick’s American CafĂ© and recovering from a lost love affair gets
involved with the Free French (the good guy against the damn Vichy) as well. Here
day sports fishing boat Captain Morgan walks into the same thing except in Martinique
rather than Morocco. But not before shedding his doubts about taking such risks,
and of course when Marie enters the scene by coyly asking him for a match for
her cigarette you know those fears will fall by the wayside. (By the way it seems
that they, everybody from the breakfast table to the smoke-filled night clubs
are lighting cigarettes every two seconds reminding me of how much smoking when
on then in the movies, and in life including mine.)
See
Steve (Captain Morgan to you guys who don’t know him) is strictly hand to mouth on this day fishing trip business.
Right when they meet he has no dough having
been stiffed by some goof fisherman (and a guy Marie clipped a wallet from which
started the official dance between them). Once Marie tells her story though and
how she hold up when the chips are down (at the police station where they are questioned
by the local gestapo-types and she is slapped and later when she performs nurse
duties without flinching) gets to him in the end. Naturally once Steve moves
off the dime he is totally committed to seeing that some reckless resistance fighter
who got nicked the first time he tried gets to finish the job he was sent to
that outpost to do (getting a chief resistance man off Devils’ Island no mean
task). Like I say all that is window-dressing for the moves Marie and Steve put
on each other from that first tossed matchbook to the ‘you know how to whistles
scene” to her seductively singing with Cricket to that shimmy she puts on as
they walk out the door of the bar (Eddie trailing behind) off to see what the
future brings-together. Thanks Bogie-Thanks Lauren-RIP
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