ONLY ANGELS HAVE WINGS (Hawks, 1939)
Criterion Collection, Blu-ray, Release Date Apr 12, 2016
Review by Christopher S. Long
After watching Howard Hawks's manly
movie about manly men risking their lives to deliver air mail in in
and around the fictional South America port of Barranca, my primary
reaction is, “I can't believe how much crap women have to put up
with.” I initially wrote “had” since the film in question was
released in 1939, but I suspect it's still “have” though I hope a
little less “have” than what poor Bonnie Lee (Jean Arthur) has to
endure in “Only Angels Have Wings.”
Before Bonnie, a traveling showgirl who
plays a mean piano, even appears on screen, the wolves are already
hot on her scent. Two American flyboys (Allyn Joslyn and Noah Beery
Jr.) greet a ship that has just pulled into Barranca and ask their
contact about any new “talent” on board. They diagnose his
emphatic denial as a phony when they spot the imprint of a doorknob
on his forehead, after which Bonnie saunters by, and they lope after
in pursuit. This light comic treatment of voyeurism and stalking is
intended to be charming because flyboys will be flyboys.
Bonnie rebuffs their repeated advances
until she realizes they're Americans and not, ick, locals (a dash of
casual imperialism added to the mix). She eagerly follows them back
to Dutchy's Bar, the hangout which serves as the location for most of
the film as well as the makeshift home for all the employees of an
adjacent airline (also owned by Dutchy, played by Sig Rumann)
operating on a shoestring budget. When Bonnie starts talking, men
trample right over her lines, then bet with each other over who gets
to take her to dinner (her preference is not requested) while other
teammates wait impatiently in the on-deck circle for their turn at
the plate. She's supposed to smile at it all, ostensibly because
she's flattered, more practically because she's outnumbered. It's
easy to understand why the only man she actually takes an interest in
is the one who takes no interest in her, boss man Geoff (Cary Grant).
An alpha male among alpha males, Geoff
Carter is the kind of taciturn, nail-spitting character John Wayne
would grow up to be a few years later. Geoff refuses to think about
tomorrow (he doesn't even carry his own matches – too much
commitment) and only cares about getting the job done, and if a few
lives are spent in getting the mail delivered through the treacherous
Andes then it's hardly anything worth crying about. His
adrenaline-laden employees agree and besides they're certainly not in
it for the paltry money; they've got flying in their blood and they
wouldn't want to live or die any other way. When one of the pilots
buys the farm early on, his former compatriots knock back a few
drinks, sing a few songs, and pretend they don't even recognize his
name.
Bonnie can't understand their cavalier
attitude, but she's about to get pushed to the side anyway so we can
pay attention to more masculine endeavors. Women weaken legs, don't
ya know, and that mail won't deliver itself. Besides, Bonnie has
plenty of competition for hunky Geoff, primarily in the form of Kid
Dobb (Thomas Mitchell, also in “Gone With The Wind” and
“Stagecoach” the same year), Geoff's aging and unquestioningly
devoted assistant. Kid's eyes are going bad, but they're still always
trained on the boss man, though you don't need to see to sense that
billowing cloud of testosterone mist that sweeps up everyone in
Geoff's wake. Even ol' Dutchy can't help but be a little smitten.
After Hawks and screenwriter Jules
Furthman spend about half the film establishing the hyper-masculine
equilibrium at Dutchy's, they introduce a character who disrupts it.
New pilot Bat MacPherson (silent film star/heartthrob Richard
Barthelmess, who flat-out owns all of his scenes) arrives at Dutchy's
with a secret that doesn't stay hidden long. It's the kind of secret
that would get his ass kicked by the entire company if not for the
fact that they're desperately short of pilots and, no matter what,
that mail has to be delivered. He also arrives with wife Judy, an
absurdly gorgeous Rita Hayworth in one of her earliest substantial
roles, yet another source of potential trouble not just because she
looks like Rita Hayworth but also because she happens to be an old
flame of Geoff's. More competition for Bonnie (and Kid), but Bonnie's
almost nowhere to be seen when Judy takes center stage.
Furthman's script is sometimes a marvel
of sly economy. When Kid takes longer than he should to recognize
Bat, it's not just a set up for looming conflict, but also a cue for
Geoff to test his veteran pilot's eyesight. Likewise, when Geoff
agrees to hire Bat despite the turmoil he'll generate, it appears to
be a matter of hardscrabble pragmatism, but then again there's also a
Rita Hayworth in the equation. Once or twice, the script falls back
on contrivances, including a very silly scene with a gun that is a
misfire in multiple ways, but mostly the story alternates between
waiting and action, pilots killing time at Dutchy's before risking
death in the skies.
Hawks's love of aviation is well-known,
of course, and he lavishes plenty of attention on the miniature
planes and sets for the film's many harrowing flights. It's a bit
difficult to determine what audiences were intended to feel at the
time. If these biplanes and lumbering hangars with wings were
state-of-the-art in 1939, today they look like rickety deathtraps
that surprise mostly for their ability to lift off the ground, so it
doesn't take much work to convince the modern viewer these pilots are
in mortal danger every second of the way.
They don't show any fear, because that
wouldn't be macho and, besides, maintaining an even keel is the best
way to land in one piece, so they speak in staccato radio short-hand
(“Calling Barranca, Calling Barranca”) and react calmly and
methodically to the unexpected which, in their world, is always
expected. Perhaps we owe Hawks's passion for the authentic world of
aviation for the fact that a few of the flights in the film actually
end in failure with pilots beaten by the elements forced to turn
around. Macho can't knife through a thick fog bank no matter how hard
it thrusts.
Along with “Rio Bravo” (1959),
“Only Angels Have Wings” is one of Hawks's best hangout movies.
Few filmmakers observed guy codes with such active interest, a mix of
about two-thirds respect and one-third amusement (I'm making up the
percentages – ignore them). When Bonnie returns, somewhat
perfunctorily, at the end, it's a reminder that it's kind of a shame
there's not really any room in this treehouse for girls. She sure
seemed like one flinty dame when we first met her and getting to know
her better would have been a treat, but the truth is she wasn't
going to do much to get that mail delivered, and getting the job done
is all that counts.
Video:
The film is presented in its original
1.37:1 aspect ratio. This 4K digital restoration by Sony Pictures
Homes Entertainment has a wonderfully grainy texture to it that just
screams “film” and the black-and-white contrast is rich and
nuanced with a satisfying amount of detail in darker scenes. This
high-def transfer would look good for a film of any era – for a
film release three-quarters of a century ago, it's a marvel.
Audio:
The linear PCM mono track is rather
flat and narrow, as you would expect for a film from this era. The
lossless audio is crisp and most distortion-free and the music (all
diegetically sourced) by Dimitri Tomkin sounds just fine. Optional
English subtitles support the English dialogue.
Extras:
Criterion hasn't provided a commentary
track, but they've found plenty of other supplements to fill out this
Blu-ray release.
First up is an audio excerpt (19 min.)
of a conversation between Howard Hawks and director Peter Bogdanovich
recorded in 1972 at Palm Springs. I didn't find a whole lot here of
great interest, but it's fun to hear Hawks, then in his mid-70s,
reminisce about one of his favorite films.
Critic David Thomson (2016, 17 min.)
speaks about the film in the context of Hawk's career as well as Cary
Grant's. He notes that Hawks's now-loved previous film “Bringing Up
Baby” (1938) had been a flop and that Hawks wanted a slam-bang
action hit. He also claims Hawks was the first director to see a
darker quality in Grant's persona.
The short feature “Howard Hawks and
His Aviation Movies” (2016, 21 min.) provides film scholars Craig
Barron and Ben Burtt the opportunity to talk about Hawks's treatment
of flying scenes in his aviation movies, both in terms of the visual
effects and the sound, the latter being the key to making the scenes
particularly gripping. They also discuss 1930 as the golden age of
aviation when it was one of the grand public obsessions.
The disc also includes a May 29, 1939
radio broadcast of the “Lux Radio Theatre” adaptation (56 min.)
of “Only Angels Have Wings,” starring most of the members of the
film's cast.
A Trailer (3 min.) rounds out the
collection.
The slim fold-out booklet features an
essay by critic Michael Sragow.
Final Thoughts:
Cary Grant in super-macho mode (w/ free
gaucho hat included!) is reason enough to watch. The film's
impressive supporting cast and the riveting flying scenes provide
further incentive. Criterion's top-notch transfer and solid
collection of supplements just seal the deal.
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