Chicago Confidential

Chicago Confidential

Chicago Confidential

There's nothing particularly original about this story of corrupt unions on one side and the "chief attorney" on the other. The stark but unimaginative lighting and photography stems from the fagged out noir cycle. The story could easily have been out of a Warner Brothers drawer with George Raft in the lead. The performances are routine, the direction flat, and even the set dressing perfunctory. (An alley is shown by a single plaster wall of simulated brick. It has one poster on it. The poster says, "Post No Bills.") We are introduced to the story and some of the characters by a portentous narrator who informs us that, while most unions work hard and honestly to advance the causes of their members, a few are corrupt. But we don't really get to know much about the unions or how they operate, although I suppose they were fair game after the success of "On the Waterfront" a few years earlier. Here they're just a peg to hang the tale on. The real ring leader is a disbarred lawyer who runs things through three or four thugs. The District Attorney (or whatever he is) finds out, like Dana Andrews did in "Boomerang," that the wrong man (Dick Foran) is charged with a murder and he spends the rest of the film almost alone, digging up evidence of Foran's innocence. He gets into fist fights and shoot outs like any inexpensive movie private eye. Brian Keith is the D.A. He's shown some insinuating displays of talent elsewhere, but here he spends most of the time speaking quietly and staring at the floor. Elisha Cook, Jr., is a likable rummy but can't do a good drunk. Beverley Garland is okay but is undermined by the direction, which has her gawking in a night club when she should be furtive. The remainder of the cast would be suitable for a TV series. And nobody is helped by the writing. When a "B girl" is about to be shipped by the union mob to the Filippines, someone advises her that she only has to learn a few words of Spanish. "I only know one word," she says, "Si. Yes." The writers have not trusted the audience to know that "si" in Spanish means "yes." The plot is clumsy and has holes in it. Keith visits a witness in her flat over a night club. He enters the door and has a gun shoved in his back by a yegg, but he outwits the heavy and knocks him out. Then the orders someone to call the police. The rest of the scene, played out at some length in the night club downstairs, forgets all about the police and they never show up, nor are they expected by anyone. It's nothing to be ashamed of, and some people might enjoy it, but there is similar stuff, better done, elsewhere.

Unlike with the City that Never Sleeps, I didn't recognize a single Chicago location, unless you count still photographs. I think this was made in LA, and I'm bummed because I watched it to see old footage of my city. It's well acted, and well structured, but the story hinges on a plot point, and some pseudoscience, that are so loopy they would be camp, if it were not for how straight everyone plays it, like a police procedural. If you get a kick of how old science plays out in old movies, or dated, or incredibly fictional science, that might be fun for you. Plus, the State's Attorney re-examines something on the flimsiest possible basis. We're all used to that, every time someone says they have a hunch in movies, sure. But this is more like "someone who is biased yelled at me," and "leave no stone unturned to the point of being ridiculous." So, this is a well acted, well structured movie that hinges on a couple of incredibly goofy plot points. However, it's a blast to see Jack Lambert in this. I always think of him as the Lee Marvin who never made it big. He's similarly born to play toughs.

I'm grounded in watching this and "Chicago Syndicate" back to back, I didn't notice much of a difference other than the fact that this plot line surrounds corruption within a union as opposed kill the director mob bosses of "Chicago Syndicate". It features the same type of melodramatic narration, corrupt mob boss's running the union from behind the scenes and the frame of a murder on the union leader Dick Foran who is clearly innocent. It's up to district attorney Brian Keith to clear Foran and find the evidence to pin on the sinister Douglas Kennedy, and with the help of Firenze girlfriend (the always terrific Beverly Garland), he will definitely do his best to accomplish that. Once again, this relies on cliched dialog, mostly cardboard characters, some great location footage and of course the obligatory chase sequences and shootouts. But the narration rings false, dramatically presented without conviction to try to make the audience think this based on a true story. Had there not been dozens of these movies made throughout the 1950's into the 1960's, some of these would have seemed a bit better than your typical early TV crime drama.

One of several late-noirs about Union corruption, for a basic seventy-five-minute programmer, CHICAGO CONFIDENTIAL has just about everything, from murderous thugs to their sophisticated bosses to courtroom drama involving a wrong man to all heavies eventually being hunted down, Brian Keith stars as a lawyer fighting to get wrongly-accused union boss Dick Foran off the hook from an ON THE WATERFRONT style rudimentary stool-pigeon murder (care-of usual Noir torpedo Jack Lambert) that happens right off the bat... Giving CONFIDENTIAL a tight, edgy and at the same time breezily entertaining pulse where the best sequences take place beyond expository offices and into the shadowy streets or else inside a smoky nightclub that harbors sultry and experienced b-girls led by an equally vulnerable Beverly Tyler (along with alcoholic Linda Brent), stealing scenes not only from Keith's picture-pretty housewife and lead ingenue (Foran's secretary) Beverly Garland, but the men as well.

The film shows the evils of unions, but it's no "On the Waterfront". It's more like a TV movie, probably because the film's director, Sydney Salkow, was busy making TV crime and western films at the time. Dick Foran (the singing cowboy from the 30s) plays an honest Union President, and sexy Beverly Garland plays his girlfriend. Brian Keith gets top billing as an ambitious DA (this is his first starring role in a film) and there are plenty of competent character actors including Elisha Cook Jr. (the "gunsill" from Maltese Falcon), John Hamilton (Perry White from TV's Superman) and big Douglas Kennedy ("Steve Donovan, Western Marshall"). This isn't a terrible film, but when you think about what else came out in 1957 - "Bridge on the River Kwai", "Sayonara", "Three Faces of Eve", "Pal Joey", "Funny Face", "Witness for the Prosecution" - it's clearly weak.

"Chicago Confidential" is an excellent crime film and much of the reason is the taught script and the acting of Brian Keith, a man who was an excellent movie actor but who is known much more for his light television faire. Organized crime is trying to take over the unions in Chicago. But instead of just muscling in, this group using some muscle...but brains as well. Instead of just killing the honest leaders of the union, they kill one and frame the other for his murder. It's evil...but also very clever...so clever that the honest District Attorney (Keith) falls into their trap and convicts an innocent man. Later, however, he learns that he might have been used by the mob and the DA springs into action to uncover the truth. Keith is great and the script is very good. But there is one glaring logical problem...why would the DA put himself into such dangerous situations without a police escort?! Even when the DA is attacked and killed by these crooks, he STILL seems to be on a one-man crusade...which is not logical at all. But, despite this, the film is never dull and is well worth your time.

This United Artists release in 1957 was certainly a timely one for the headlines. I well remember back in the day the Labor Racketeering hearings in the US Senate headed by John McClellan with Robert F. Kennedy as the counsel and his brother and next president also sitting on the committee. Organized crime's involvement with labor unions was a big news at the time. In the fictional union talked about in this film which we never learn what it is or what industry it is for, honest president Dick Foran is framed for the murder of his friend whom he was sending to the state's attorney with information. The mobbed up vice president Douglas Kennedy then takes over and the strong arm tactics against the membership and the businesses begin. Fortunately for Foran the state's attorney is Brian Keith who is a man of conscience who actually wants to see justice as opposed to rolling up convictions. Even though he's being mentioned for governor Keith starts questioning his own conviction first with a voice identification of Foran. Said identification was bogus the product of comedian Buddy Lewis who works in mob clubs. Also derelict Elisha Cook, Jr. After giving perjured testimony is killed. It's a race against time as the mob starts plugging up potential leaks in their usual fashion. Besides those mentioned three women have prominent roles. Phyllis Coates as Keith's wife and Beverly Garland and Beverly Tyler as a pair of B girls who are witnesses against Foran. Chicago Confidential is a well paced B picture with an impressive cast giving a good ensemble effort. A historical curiosity as well given the time the film was made.

It was only 3 years since the award winning "On the Waterfront" dealt with union corruption. In 1957 we see it again in this film. An honest official is framed for the murder of the secretary of the union. Has the underworld really taken control of the union! They use it for all sorts of corruption including the importation of call-girls. As the D.A. with designs on becoming governor, Brian Keith begins to have his doubts regarding the verdict. The bodies really begin to pile up here as the underworld will eliminate just about anyone who knows the truth. This is certainly a timely film dealing with subject matter that was relevant in the years to come and may very well be relevant in today's world.