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| Alias Nick Beal, publicity still |
Written for the catalogue of Il Cinema Ritrovato 2021. -- EK
In 1948 director John Farrow began a close, decade-long collaboration with writer Jonathan Latimer that resulted in ten films, including one marvel (The Big Clock), quite a few greats (Night Has a Thousand Eyes among them), and some obscurities. The intensely engaging Alias Nick Beal, their fourth collaboration, is a dark, claustrophobic variation on the story of Faust (Mindret Lord's original story was titled Dr. Joe Faust) in keeping with the increasingly relevant "political corruption" cycle of the late 1940s (the Oscar for Best Film in 1949 went to All the King's Men). Thomas Mitchell plays Joseph Foster, an ambitious district attorney who meets a shady character who offers to help him in his rise up the political ladder. But there's a price to be paid, especially when one is dealing with the Devil, alias Nick Beal.
A devoted Catholic who was perhaps affected by a strong sense of guilt, evil was not just a metaphor for Farrow – It had a body and a presence, the eloquence of a philosophy teacher, as embodied by Ray Milland, who never walks into a scene but like Mrs. Danvers in Alfred Hitchcock's Rebecca simply "appears". This metaphysical noir concentrates on a theme which allows Farrow's talent to register most strongly: the entrapment of man. The film also has some of the haunting and even poetic touches found in Two Years Before the Mast, which first converted me to Farrow. Long unavailable, except in ghastly bootleg copies, a pristine 35mm print of Alias Nick Beal has been promised, which together with Il Cinema Ritrovato's world premiere of an Aussie doc on Farrow (Hollywood's Man in the Shadows) should allow us to revisit a career marked with underappreciated greatness and fascinating unevenness – a career itself invariably drifting into the shadows, not quite sure whether it has a deal with God or with Nick Beal.
Ehsan Khoshbakht
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