The Devil Thumbs a Ride (Felix E. Feist, 1947)
Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:04 pm
Due to the good graces of a fellow NY'er, I've gotten a look at one of the harder-to-see noirs from the genre's golden age, a great piece of RKO grimness called The Devil Thumbs A Ride. The film stars Lawrence Tierney in a fantastically dark turn as a murderer who hitches a ride with what turns into a carful of unsuspecting fellow-travelers.
The set-up is instantaneous and fantastically effective. Scene one: Tierney commits a viciously cold-blooded murder in a nanosecond at the first sign of resistance from a robbery victim making a night drop at a bank's night deposit slot. Scene two: Tierney flags down a car and gets in with a happy go lucky salesman of women's haberdashery on his way back to LA and to his beloved new wife. The essential goodnaturedness of the driver and his obliviousness to the cobra that he he just let in the door launches the film from the very start-- the one-two punch of this, and the preceding murder results in (along with the unfolding to come) a knock out.
The thread of the film essentially runs on the suspense created by our knowledge of what a hair trigger psychopath the guy is, a knowledge his fellow travellers lack. They first stop at a gas station.. the driver's first clue regarding the nature of his charge is Tierney's aversion to police, which is explained away due to the fact that it is the salesman/driver's birthday, and-- having just left a party in his honor-- he's a bit tipsy, with liquor in the car, yadda, so Tierney explains his aversion due to "nosy cops" potentially smelling the booze on his breath.
The script is very good and filled with wonderfully sinister undertones and the kind of tough-guy atmosphere often found in Mann/Altons-- charismatic and hardboiled banter abounds, and the casting is fucking fantastic. At a gas station (with excellent moments as Tierney insults the nice-guy all-AMerican station attendant's baby girl, as the guy shows a pic of the girl to the amicable salesman... Tierney practically calls the kid a fucking baby elephant, the kids ears are so big)-- anyhow at a gas station the two guys pick up two more passengers in their trip to LA: two girls with a fuzzy immediate past.. all inquiries as to their doings are deflected by them sardonically. One girl is soft and sensitive, the other is big, bold, and brash, with a Clorox head of blonde hair and overextended lipstick and an acid mouth quick to reject the shit tossed in her direction by the crass & brutal Tierney. Her character and the casting of her is fantastic.
But Tierney ignites the film with a dark and ever watchful disposition. As questions grow in the minds of his fellow travellers viz his increasingly sinister actions and disposition, the tensions ratchet up. The ending is a bit weak owing to being a little sudden-- so much so as to be anticlimactic to all that exquisite buildup. I'll avoid spoilers since, despite it's age and classic pedigree, I suspect few have seen it. I'd never even heard of it before being turned on to it over the past 2 weeks. But this is a no-brainer for a WB Noir set, and I can't think of a better pairing than this with Stranger On The Third Floor. If this pops on TCM or somesuch, do not miss this well shaken & tasty glass of hydrochloric acid on the rocks.
The set-up is instantaneous and fantastically effective. Scene one: Tierney commits a viciously cold-blooded murder in a nanosecond at the first sign of resistance from a robbery victim making a night drop at a bank's night deposit slot. Scene two: Tierney flags down a car and gets in with a happy go lucky salesman of women's haberdashery on his way back to LA and to his beloved new wife. The essential goodnaturedness of the driver and his obliviousness to the cobra that he he just let in the door launches the film from the very start-- the one-two punch of this, and the preceding murder results in (along with the unfolding to come) a knock out.
The thread of the film essentially runs on the suspense created by our knowledge of what a hair trigger psychopath the guy is, a knowledge his fellow travellers lack. They first stop at a gas station.. the driver's first clue regarding the nature of his charge is Tierney's aversion to police, which is explained away due to the fact that it is the salesman/driver's birthday, and-- having just left a party in his honor-- he's a bit tipsy, with liquor in the car, yadda, so Tierney explains his aversion due to "nosy cops" potentially smelling the booze on his breath.
The script is very good and filled with wonderfully sinister undertones and the kind of tough-guy atmosphere often found in Mann/Altons-- charismatic and hardboiled banter abounds, and the casting is fucking fantastic. At a gas station (with excellent moments as Tierney insults the nice-guy all-AMerican station attendant's baby girl, as the guy shows a pic of the girl to the amicable salesman... Tierney practically calls the kid a fucking baby elephant, the kids ears are so big)-- anyhow at a gas station the two guys pick up two more passengers in their trip to LA: two girls with a fuzzy immediate past.. all inquiries as to their doings are deflected by them sardonically. One girl is soft and sensitive, the other is big, bold, and brash, with a Clorox head of blonde hair and overextended lipstick and an acid mouth quick to reject the shit tossed in her direction by the crass & brutal Tierney. Her character and the casting of her is fantastic.
But Tierney ignites the film with a dark and ever watchful disposition. As questions grow in the minds of his fellow travellers viz his increasingly sinister actions and disposition, the tensions ratchet up. The ending is a bit weak owing to being a little sudden-- so much so as to be anticlimactic to all that exquisite buildup. I'll avoid spoilers since, despite it's age and classic pedigree, I suspect few have seen it. I'd never even heard of it before being turned on to it over the past 2 weeks. But this is a no-brainer for a WB Noir set, and I can't think of a better pairing than this with Stranger On The Third Floor. If this pops on TCM or somesuch, do not miss this well shaken & tasty glass of hydrochloric acid on the rocks.