Noirvember 2020, Episode 13: Chicago Calling (1951)



Chicago Calling (1951)

Directed by John Reinhardt

Produced by Peter Berneis

Screenplay by John Reinhardt and Peter Berneis

Cinematography by Robert De Grasse

Edited by Arthur H. Nadel

Music by Heinz Roemheld

Arrowhead Pictures

Distributed by United Artists

(1:15) Warner Bros. DVD


“We’re not going to be separated if we can help it.”


Chicago Calling (1951) is all about being separated in various ways: separated from various parts of society, from work, from loved ones, and from the truth about ourselves. It’s a film few people saw upon its release, although it contains what many consider to be Dan Duryea’s finest performance. If I can convince only one other person to watch the film, I’ll count that as a worthwhile venture.




The film opens with Bill Cannon (Dan Duryea) calling from the window of his ramshackle Los Angeles apartment to his daughter Nancy (Melinda Plowman) playing in the street below. Nancy confesses that she got in a fight with a boy who said some nasty things about her parents. “Don’t you and Mommy love each other anymore?” Bill promises, “We’re not going to be separated if we can help it.”



But Bill’s wife Mary (Mary Anderson) has had enough. Bill, a former photographer, has hit on hard times, reduced to pawning his camera for money, most of which he spends on booze. Ignoring Bill’s promises that he’ll change, Mary pawns her wedding ring to pay for a one-way trip for her and Nancy to Baltimore.



As the days pass, Bill’s life continues to slide. He doesn’t even care when a man arrives to remove Bill’s phone because he hasn’t paid his $53 phone bill. “$53? Whaddya do,” the man says, “call somebody in China?” Just then, Bill receives a telegram: “Nancy seriously injured in car accident outside Chicago. Will phone you Thursday between 9 and 10am your time after operation. Mary.”



Bill frantically tries everyone he knows who might loan him the $53 to get his phone reconnected in time to receive the phone call, but Bill’s friends also have no money. He needs either a job or a loan, but fast. To make matters worse, Bill’s dog Smitty gets hit by a kid on a bike. Young Bobby (Gordon Gebert), apologizing profusely, is relieved to discover that Smitty’s okay. After talking to Bill for a few minutes, Bobby says he knows where he can get some money. (To put this in context, $53 in 1951 would amount to almost ten times as much today, nearly $530.)



Bill discovers that Bobby is also in a bad situation, living with an abusive sister (Judy Brubaker) and her equally abusive live-in boyfriend. Bobby is clearly a temporary substitute for Bill’s daughter, who may be recovering or may be worse. Bill won’t know until he can get his phone fixed, and if that doesn’t happen before Thursday, then what? Yet there’s something in Bobby that Bill can’t resist. Is Bobby a surrogate, does Bill want to help him, or is Bill more concerned about the money Bobby says he can get his hands on?



Bill’s is faced with a moral dilemma, a plight that turns critical as time begins to run out. Duryea gives this role everything he’s got. We see the weariness in his eyes, contrasted with the love he feels for Nancy, although she’s not here and Bobby is. We hear the desperation in Bill’s voice, pleading with a construction foreman to give him work, even while Bill’s inappropriately dressed, wearing a suit. It’s painful watching him wear himself out on a demolition site, but he keeps at it. Even in this photo from the film, you can see the foreman standing above Bill in a power position, with Bill practically surrounded by the rubble, looking up to the only man who can save him. It's a stunning scene.


This performance as Bill Cannon may be Duryea’s finest moment in a career filled with superb performances, yet most audiences didn’t respond to it. Throughout his career, Duryea was constantly trying to balance his shifty villainous roles with parts that audiences would find more sympathetic, more in line with Duryea’s real life as a dedicated family man who shunned the Hollywood lifestyle, preferring to spend his free time with his family and doing charitable work. He felt so strongly about this role that he accepted a percentage of the film’s gross instead of a salary or flat fee, which turned out to be a huge mistake when the film did not perform well.


I became fascinated with the character of Bill Cannon. He seems lost without his camera to help him interpret the world around him. We aren’t sure how much of this lost feeling occurred before or after he pawns his camera, but he seems to recognize something of the moral standard he’s drifted away from with his drinking and lack of drive to find work. Then he learns that his daughter’s life may be at stake.


Bobby’s genuine sorrow over hitting Smitty resonates with Bill. He sees something good in Bobby, perhaps something Bill himself has lost, or maybe a reflection of himself. Perhaps Bobby’s presence convicts Bill of the fact that he’s acted childishly with his grown-up responsibilities. Regardless, Bill has made a true connection, something that’s hard to find in the downtrodden section of Los Angeles where Bill lives, a location that often looks like war-torn Europe and could realistically pass for some of the “rubble noir” postwar movies from overseas. We should stop to consider just how well this relationship between Bill and Bobby works, not only due to Duryea’s bravura performance, but also because of the extraordinary acting by Gordon Gebert, who also impressed audiences in The Narrow Margin (1952), Holiday Affair (1949), and The Flame and the Arrow (1950). These two guys could easily have had their own weekly TV show that would’ve blown The Courtship of Eddie’s Father out of the water.



Chicago Calling has been called “the American Bicycle Thieves,” and its sense of neo-realism is strong, even though the film’s finale leaves us with a softer touch than I would’ve liked. The gritty realistic nature of the film, combined with several moments of pure humanity, may cause some to categorize the film as a drama (or melodrama) rather than noir, but regardless of how you label it, Chicago Calling is a must-see.


Next time: Another child actor in what you might call “Kid Noir.” Stay tuned.


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