Released only a few months before the
Hays Code began to be enforced, Michael Curtiz'
Mandalay (
available via the Warner Archive's invaluable Forbidden Hollywood series) contains one of the more stunning "some crimes go unpunished" finishes that I can recall in a pre-Code film. It also confirms the talents and cool of Kay Francis, which were mostly under-appreciated in her lifetime and largely remain so today (outside of
Trouble in Paradise and a few pairings with William Powell).
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Property of Nick. |
Made at a point when she was still a top box office draw at Warner Bros., Francis plays Tonya Borodoff, sold by her gun-running boyfriend
Ricardo Cortez (aka Jacob Krantz) into an upscale brothel in Rangoon, where she is ever-so-subtly referred to as "Spot White" by proprietor
Warner Oland and his customer base. Taught the tricks of the trade by an elder madame (
Rafaela Ottiano), and thereby gaining the upper hand with her monied male customers, she is able to get away from Nick's place with a sizable savings in her pocket and travel by boat to a place where she will be unknown: Mandalay. And, this is when Tony (Cortez) re-enters the picture...
While not an exceptional work in Curtiz or Francis' extensive oeuvres, it does offer the aforementioned delicious, proto-
EC Comics ending, something out of a
Tales From the Crypt story, but about 15 years ahead of the curve.
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Pre-Code mainstay Lyle Talbot, here essaying "good man tormented by his past." |
Knowing a little something about Francis' career and offscreen life--her diaries reveal she was gay, or at the very least bisexual, and that she had no desire to be remembered after her death--Tonya's quest to get paid and get away from her past becomes more resonant.
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Property of Tony. |
"My life? Well, I get up at a quarter to six in the morning if I'm going to wear an evening dress on camera. That sentence sounds a little ga-ga, doesn't it? But never mind, that's my life...As long as they pay me my salary, they can give me a broom and I'll sweep the stage. I don't give a damn. I want the money...When I die, I want to be cremated so that no sign of my existence is left on this earth. I can't wait to be forgotten." - Kay Francis, private diaries circa 1938.
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One of those "up at a quarter to six" mornings. |
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