LOVE ME OR LEAVE ME: Blu-ray (MGM 1955) Warner Archive
Reality is
rarely clear cut, often depressing and…well…ordinary.
Movies function much better when they deviate into plausible interpretations
and/or simplifications of its more complex truths. Occasionally, however,
reality gives fiction a genuine run for its money. Case in point: Charles
Vidor’s Love Me Or Leave Me (1955);
a relatively faithful bio-pic of torch singer, Ruth Etting's sordid life, her
meteoric rise from dime-a-dozen taxi dancer to one of the most sought after
vocal stylists of her generation; two thirds the stuff dreams could be made of, if only the realities
of living a nightmare did not so swiftly intrude. In this case, Ruth Etting
(Doris Day) has sold her soul to the devil’s disciple; Marty ‘the Gimp’ Snyder (James Cagney). Yet, Vidor’s musical avoids giving us the
clichéd villain and the proverbial damsel in distress; Cagney, doing an
intriguing revamp of the brutish gangland mug he trademarked in countless
Warner Bros. fare throughout the thirties and forties, and Day, quite simply a
revelation, as she sheds practically every last vestige of virginal
wholesomeness to play this creature whose wants supersede the good sense God
gave a lemon. Again, under the rubric of ‘life
is imperfect’, movies (at least of a certain vintage) used to be prototypes
of our aspirations. However, Love Me Or
Leave Me gets more curious and extraordinary with each repeat viewing
because the villain here marries, berates and terrorizes our heroine. And
Etting is hardly blameless or the shrinking violet in need of being rescued. In
fact, she creates a good deal of her own misery and comes to pay for it in the
end. These are not beautiful people and certainly not the stock
characterizations we are used to seeing in a movie musical – of any vintage –
much less one produced by Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer; the Cartier of film studios.
That the real
Ruth Etting ultimately conquered her worst fears, escaped from under Snyder’s
oppressiveness and managed to live a pseudo-‘happily ever after’ with someone
else, bodes well for the trappings of the conventional Hollywood musical. Yet,
until this denouement, there is absolutely nothing straight forward about this
picture; a challenge to make, a breakthrough and far grittier vision than we
were used to seeing, and ultimately, a real game-changer for the genre. If
anything, Love Me Or Leave Me is a
cautionary tale wrapped in the enigma of the proverbial ‘feel good’. Even so, there is very little joyousness to behold in
this textbook example about fledgling ambition knowing no master. The plot is
deceptively wafer-thin, but it never falls back on the clichéd ‘boy sings song and gets girl’ principle
that has remained a main staple ever since the genre began. That Love Me Or Leave Me was made at all is
a minor miracle, considering the stringency of the Production Code: guidelines
absolutely forbidding such overt sinfulness. That MGM producer, Joseph
Pasternak – known for his light and frothy confections - even deigned to
consider Etting’s life worthy of the musical lore is even more of a stretch;
the screenplay by Daniel Fuchs and Isobel Lennart an astonishing departure from
anything Metro had yet done in the genre, and arguably, would never again dare
to duplicate.
There is an
insidious bite to these characterizations that has nothing to do with the usual
tongue-in-cheek sass of stock characters inhabiting a traditional Hollywood
musical. The level of venom exuded by this warring couple reaches its fevered
pitch in a moment when Snyder, disgusted by his lack of progress in Hollywood,
rhetorically spits, “Don’t they know who
I am?”, to which Etting coolly shoots back, “Who are you Marty?” The
implication here is that apart from his Chicagoan ties to organized crime,
Marty Snyder is just a little fish in a very big pond; a rather sanctimonious
irony, since Tinsel Town and the Mafia were, for a good many decades,
uncomfortably aligned as very strange bedfellows with kickbacks aplenty and at
least one very high profile murder involving movie-land’s then reining sexpot,
Lana Turner. But back to Day’s Etting and her steely-eyed and tart-mouthed
defiance, met with, “Well, whoever I am,
baby, I’m what makes you tick!” And in this regard, Marty Snyder is
absolutely right. Etting’s success came about largely because of his bulldozing
influence. However, as Etting quickly proved, she was no slouch in the singing
department; the puppet pulling her own strings and thus, creating deep-seeded
friction in their subsequent marriage. “You
don’t have to sell me on anything,” the cinematic Etting cruelly tells
Marty the day after their honeymoon, “I’m
sold” – the sudden realization she has prostituted herself for a chance at
the big time, tainted with thick phlegmy regret, enough to stick in both their
craws.
Except for one
superbly staged production number, ‘Shakin’
The Blues Away’ – done in a grand manner L.B. Mayer himself might have
generously approved (Etting, in a luminously shimmering sequin and feather,
robin-egg blue gown, hoisted atop a revolving platform by a small entourage of
top hat and tuxedoed young men) – the musical offerings on tap elsewhere are
isolated rehearsals for more polished performances we never get to see; Day,
utterly magnetic and holding her own in a tiny corner of the vast Cinemascope
canvass, accompanied by little more than a piano or quartet. The numbers are
staged primarily to satisfy the dramatic arc instead of the other way around.
And it is saying much of both Day’s performance and the end result, that Love Me Or Leave Me steadily evolves
into exactly the sort of musical cocktail one might hope to ingest, while
getting under the froth and the foam for a more richly inebriating experience.
The picture is superbly acted; given substance and style by Day’s inflected,
though never melodramatic vocalizations. Of course, her act is not a solo; the
other ball of fire belonging to an old campaigner – James Cagney, menacing, if
pint-sized and a little on the portly side. Compellingly, Cagney affords ‘the gimp’ a soul, something the
enterprising ‘Ruthie’, in all her
blind-sided, social-climbing ambition, arguably lacks. Day and Cagney are oddly
mated but never mismatched, which is precisely the point. We can suspiciously
buy into their relationship because neither is represented herein as the
innocent. We can even empathize with Marty after he foregoes bullying and thereafter
is repeatedly wounded in his amorous affections by the more calculating Ruth.
Poor Marty…he really is a fool in
love.
Better still,
Vidor’s predilection for remaining true to the seedy twenty’s milieu has
resulted in a veritable cavalcade of Etting’s own songs given a new lease on
life. Percy Faith’s arrangements and Day’s unsentimental, yet velvety smooth
delivery add girth and pathos, particularly to the bluesy temptation, ‘Ten Cents a Dance’ and, melodic ‘It All Depends on You.’ Two new songs
especially composed for the film would also emerge as instant hits; ‘Never Look Back’ – a rather haunting
ballad written by Chilton Price, and the more sad-eyed and intimate, ‘I'll Never Stop Loving You’ by Nicholas
Brodzsky and Sammy Cahn. Many of the contradictions that dogged Etting’s
personal life are exemplified in this repertoire; Etting’s plucky early resolve
to achieve fame as a singer, offset by her disastrous miscalculation to cut
corners, allowing Marty to have his way with both her and her career. At one
point, pianist/arranger, Johnny Alderman (Cameron Mitchell) implores ‘Ruthie’
to reconsider her indentured servitude to Marty, explaining, “They’ll want you because you’re good, not
because they’re being forced to like you.” Alas, this difference is moot to
Etting, itching for her big break now – something Marty can deliver with the
wave of his hand, but Alderman cannot even promise at some affixed point in the
future.
Love Me Or Leave Me closely mirrors the harshness of
Etting’s struggle to be famous while occasionally hinting, or simply omitting
the nastier details. A few caveats are worth noting. The real Etting, a natural
talent who modeled her singing style on Marion Harris, first caught the eye of
Chicagoan hood, Martin ‘Moe The Gimp’
Snyder after she was asked to perform as a last minute substitute for a male
vocalist taken ill. The film would have us believe Ruthie’s green girl was
turned after a somewhat unprepossessing stint as a taxi dancer who wallops a
patron for getting fresh; fired from the establishment, but quickly catching
Marty’s eye. Cagney’s Marty promises Ruthie the world and gives every
indication he can deliver it without delay, but thereafter increasingly has
trouble making good on his promises. On the flipside, the real Marty Snyder was
very much ‘well-connected’; something
Cagney’s movie incarnation is not. Cagney plays Marty as a two-bit hood and
hustler, his own worst enemy, employing thug tactics to run his modest laundry
racket into the ground. But the real Marty had actually made inroads in the
nightclub circuit after working as a bodyguard in his youth for singer, Al
Jolson. Etting would later describe her whirlwind success under Marty’s
Svengali-like tutelage, and their subsequent marriage as anything but a Cinderella
story. The film omits the fact Snyder was already married at the time he began
to tempt his protégée with furs and diamonds.
“I married him nine-tenths out of fear and one-tenth
out of pity,” Etting would later suggest. She virtually surrendered
all managerial decisions to Marty. Superficially, this afforded Etting a
shortcut to her goals; an uninterrupted streak of live bookings, radio
appearances and an exclusive recording contract with Columbia Records – not bad
for a virtual unknown from Nebraska. Snyder’s
pressure tactics also helped Etting land her big Broadway debut in the Ziegfeld
Follies of 1927. This would be Etting’s watershed moment; for although she
could sell a song with gusto, she utterly lacked the terpsichorean grace or
acting chops to move beyond and become a valued and versatile ‘star’.
Increasingly, she found herself being relegated to on-stage cameos or, on film,
left to short subjects affording her little more than the opportunity to sing
one or two hit songs. Radio work filled in these gaps and paid the bills. But
Etting’s ambition, coupled with Snyder’s mounting intolerances, eventually
created an impossible rift. Wise in money matters, squirreling a little away
from each paycheck to invest in California real estate, and living frugally (it
is rumored Etting even sewed her own clothes); by 1935, Ruth Etting announced
she was preparing for retirement. Her reasons in remaining active an additional
two years have never been entirely disclosed, though likely, it had more to do
with her desire to build a tidy little nest egg to sustain her after the
marriage completely imploded. Paying Snyder $50,000 to settle old gambling
debts – a king’s ransom then – Etting divorced her one-time mentor to publicly
pursue pianist, Myrl Alderman (rechristened as Johnny in the film). The
fictional account of Etting’s romance treats this relationship as platonic;
established early on with Marty’s complicity and steadily blossoming into
genuine – if mostly unrequited love. But in reality, Myrl and Etting had been
carrying on since 1938, despite the fact each was – and would remain – married
to their respective spouses for several more years.
Eventually,
Snyder’s ego boiled over. Taking Alderman hostage from a local radio station,
Snyder threatened to prove himself at the point of a pistol. At trial, it was suggested Snyder’s motive
had been jealousy; attorneys arguing he neither intended to kill Alderman nor
his own family, but merely to pump a bullet in a delicate area so that the
question of whether or not an affair could continue would be answered to his
satisfaction. Whatever the truth in it, Snyder shot Alderman – a non-fatal
wound. He was eventually charged, convicted and served a scant eighteen months
in prison for his ‘crime of passion’. To
some extent, this was quite enough to satisfy MGM’s prerequisite for a ‘happy ending’. The truth, however, was
somewhat more disconcerting; the couple’s young daughter, Edith, racing to the
bedroom to retrieve Etting’s gun, bought for her protection, pointing it at her
own father as he wrestled with Etting after shooting Alderman; her misfire
hitting the floor just footsteps away. Three days later, Alderman’s second
wife, Alma, had a bombshell of her own to detonate; an alienation of affection
lawsuit that created ripples in a career-altering scandal for all concerned.
Indeed, Alma would find herself on the other side as ‘the other woman’ when Alderman’s first wife, Helen, suggested to
the court Alma had spirited Myrl away from her; a case of bad karma or kismet
to be sure. While attorneys ironed out the wrinkles of this countersuit,
reporting the Mexican marriage between Myrl and Alma was not legal, the court
cleared Etting of all charges associated with the alienation of affection
lawsuit. In the end, Etting and Myrl did
not run off together into the sunset, so much as they slinked away with the
sting and pall of notorious tittle-tattle dangling over their little farm like
the sword of Damocles: America’s singing sweetheart no more.
Love Me Or Leave Me opens with Etting getting fired
from her ‘ten cents a dance’ gig; the episode witnessed by Marty and his
right-hand, Georgie (Harry Bellaver). Marty offers to help Ruth get her first
real ‘big break’. Having just been groped like a tart, Ruth is understandably
skeptical of Marty’s motives. Actually, she has him pegged pretty well – just a
mug interested in getting in her drawers, except Marty pretends to be more
magnanimous than that; walking away after handing out his card and telling
Etting to take it to a nearby club as her calling card. “You know what you’re problem is, girlie,” he suggests, “You ain’t got no faith in human nature.”
But Etting does possess an acute sixth sense for sniffing out both rubes and an
opportunity. Greedily, she wants the latter more, and thus, is willing to make
sacrifices along the way. In short order she becomes a rather unsuccessful
chorine in a bawdy all-girl revue; her clumsiness witnessed with mild amusement
by piano accompanist, Johnny Alderman. Learning of Ruth’s aspirations to become
a great chanteuse, Alderman offers to work with her. But before their fledgling
alliance can get off the ground, Marty returns. He is expecting an awful lot
for his two-bit plug; ordering Ruth to pack her bags and fly with him and
Georgie to Florida. Etting, however, is no fool. Nor will she be bullied. After
a loaded exchange in which Marty threatens to dump her right back on the
streets where he found her, Ruth beats him to the punch by walking out on the
opportunity he has provided. Sheepishly, Marty reassesses she is quite serious.
Okay, so Ruth Etting isn’t just some dumb dame he can bounce on his knee for an
hour or two. So what? So, he will need a different angle to win this game.
So, Marty gets
Etting’s boss, Frobisher (Tom Tully), to give her an even bigger break singing
the intro for the star of his show, Eddie Fulton (Claude Stroud). He also hires
Johnny at twice his usual going rate to be Ruth’s coach. This creates a mild
friction between Johnny – who doesn’t much care to be bought by the gimp – and
Marty; also, between Ruth and Johnny, and, Ruth and Marty. “What does the public know?” Marty reasons, “You tell the public they’re singers and they’re singers!” As yet not having heard Etting perform, Marty
reasons thug muscle alone is enough to put her over. Marty is, of course,
merely placating her ambitions. He has no idea of the genie he has just managed
to uncork from its bottle. Ruth plays
her cards close to her vest. She suggests to Marty that Fulton might miss a
show. It could happen. After all, Fulton is a terrible gambler up to his
eyeballs in debt to the mob. So, Marty arranges it and Ruth gets her big break,
against Frobisher’s strenuous objections and defying Johnny’s appeal to rid
herself of Marty’s influence while she still can. “I’ve tried it without help,” Ruth explains, “I didn’t mind it being hard. I minded that it didn’t work.”
Backstage,
Marty at last reveals the first ominous signs he will not back down from making
Ruth beholding to him. His denied invitation to a weekend house party quickly
boils over into a threat. Alas, like all men in love, he has made a
miscalculation of just how far Ruth is unwilling to go to satisfy his needs.
Instead, she strings him along, suggesting while she ‘likes’ him and is exceedingly grateful for the doors he has opened
on her behalf, she is not ‘stuck’ on him as he professes to be on her: another
bitter pill for Marty to swallow. But he does, endeavoring to hurry Ruth’s
career to the next level – hoping against hope this will be paid out in big dividends
of reciprocated love rather than pity or a mere sense of obligation. Marty bullies Ruth into giving New York
booking agent, Bernard V. Loomis (Robert Keith) the heave-hoe; branching into
radio and landing Ruth her own show – a prime spot that continues her career
upswing. But behind the scenes, things are getting more problematic. Johnny
professes his love for Ruth. Regrettably, this is counterbalanced by his
absolute disdain for Marty. Neither Ruth nor Johnny is willing to see things
the other’s way. Johnny is mad for Ruth. But she denies his affections; also,
hers for him. Meanwhile, Ruth’s radio stint is a smash. Alas, when her contract
comes up for renewal, the station manager, Brelston (Robert Carson) is shocked
to discover Marty has orchestrated an even more lucrative opportunity for Ruth
to headline The Ziegfeld Follies. “What’s
the use of having half of Chicago?” Marty reasons, “She’s going to have all of New York!”
Tragically,
Ruth’s debut for Ziegfeld marks the beginning of a slow, sad decline as Marty
is given his first real glimpse into the realization that with her newfound
success on Broadway Ruth Etting no longer needs him to manage her career.
Everyone can see Marty is out of his depth and his element. Despite having
gotten off to a bad start back in Chicago, Marty and Loomis now become best
friends; Loomis’ – a gentle and understanding sort – the first to astutely
surmise the toxicity in their relationship and empathize with Marty because he
has affixed his desires to a gal who really only wants one thing…well, two –
neither of them being Marty Snyder. Johnny stands up to Marty. He really
despises him and is promptly fired. But Ruth takes pity on Marty. An
altercation backstage leads to Ruth’s dismissal from the Follies. Even so, Marty
is already moving them on to greener pastures. Orchestrating a deal for Ruth to
make a picture in Hollywood, she recognizes – perhaps for the very first time –
that her life and career are inextricably dependent on the one man whom she
finds physically repugnant but marries anyway. From this moment forward, Ruth
grows more jaded with drink, refusing to allow Marty even the remotest pleasure
by acknowledging his contributions, affording them both the kind of lifestyle
to which she has always aspired to and felt she was entitled; star-billing, a
plush bungalow, adoring fans: a 24 kt. gold-plated cell.
In Hollywood,
Ruth is delighted to learn her musical arranger will be none other than Johnny
Alderman. In the interim away from Snyder’s influence, Johnny has managed to
make his own way and establish a solid reputation in the biz. Snyder is not
particularly pleased to be reunited with the man who continues to regard him as
little more than a thug in a three-piece suit. But he is counseled by Loomis to
let the studio’s agreement stand; both men quite unaware that between
rehearsals Ruth and Johnny have begun to rekindle their passion for one
another. Marty assigns Georgie to keep a close eye on their ‘professional’
relationship. For a while, Ruth and Johnny are very clever at keeping their
affair a secret. Georgie has nothing to report back and Marty is satisfied it
is all just business as usual. But very soon, Georgie learns Ruth is two-timing
his boss. Thus, when she asks Marty for a divorce he is already prepared with a
few reprisals of his own. Divorce? In
a pig’s eye, and not unless Ruth wants to see her Hollywood contract evaporate,
or at the very least, wrecked unless she also agrees to appear at the nightclub
Marty is currently planning to open on the West Coast. Johnny encourages Ruth
to stand her ground. Even Ruth can see the marriage has come to an impasse. But
before she can effectively put her foot down, Marty tails the couple back to
Ruth’s apartment, pumping a pair of bullets into Johnny’s back. Taken to jail
for his crime of passion, Marty tells Ruth he is well rid of whatever magnetic
hold she once had on him. Although Johnny survives this ordeal, Marty is
nevertheless convicted and serves a term in prison. In his absence, Ruth sees
to it that the plans he had for the new nightclub continue full-steam ahead.
She even deigns to make the opening night premiere; a chance to pay Marty back
– somewhat – by ensuring a sell-out engagement at his club. “Gotta give her credit,” Marty tells Loomis as the pair stand at
the bar, “The girl can sing. About that,
I never was wrong.”
Love Me Or Leave Me is anything but conventional and
much more a sub-genre or hybrid: the big-budget musical meets the gritty noir.
While there have been far too many musical bio-pics to sugar-coat and/or
grotesquely distort the real-life circumstances of their subject, Love Me Or
Leave Me is a fairly ‘ruth’less
affair (pun intended); Etting depicted rather intriguingly as both enterprising
and semi-tragic. The real victim of the piece, however, is James Cagney’s
ingeniously concocted reprobate; tyrannical on the surface, but otherwise just
a poor slob, more cerebral than he is given credit for, and, hopelessly unable
to rid himself of the pall of a physical attraction to the only woman who is
monumentally unimpressed by the girth of his sphere of influence, though
decidedly, not above exploiting it to get exactly what she wants. Only an old
ham like Cagney could have pulled this one off – and does – with oodles of
wounded sincerity. Owing a lot to the old cliché of ‘be careful what you wish
for’, Love Me Or Leave Me emanates
some fairly potent animosity throughout its 122 minutes. It also carries far
more dramatic ballast than any musical of its vintage. There have been
exceptionally few since to rival its streak of mean-spiritedness. The
Lennart/Fuchs screenplay cleverly betrays one of the fundamental principles of
the musical genre with its virtual absence of comedy. There are no
light-hearted moments in this picture; no tender embraces either. And yet, even
so, if works both as a musical entertainment and as a drama. While a good many
critics have made the mistake of classifying Love Me Or Leave Me as caught in the crosshairs between musical and
tragedy, in retrospect, it references a far more intense character study,
elevating the art of verisimilitude with music on the side to an entirely new
and decidedly more ambitious level. Most
musicals are contented with sandwiching meaningless dialogue between
highlighted songs and dances, using both to string along the audience with a
plot any six year old could appreciate. But Love Me Or Leave Me takes a very adult and substantive view, that
the songs are meant to augment the drama, rather than be the whole show. In the
last analysis, Love Me Or Leave Me
is a monumental achievement because it refuses to follow the trajectory of a
typical Hollywood musical. It never shies away from being grittier, darker,
more unapologetic and sobering than even most dramas, expunging the warm and
fuzzy 'feel good' for a sultrier (occasionally sleazier) patina to suggest - if
unable to blatantly illustrate - the seedier sides to passion, avarice and
pride.
The Warner
Archive (WAC) unleashes Love Me Or Leave
Me in a stunning new 1080p transfer, culled from original elements and with
superior results that are nothing short of dazzling. Prepare to be astonished,
because WAC have outdone themselves on a pristine effort that ought to be on
everyone’s pending Christmas wish list. Don’t walk – run to reserve your copy
today. Color correction has resulted in accurate blacks, superb flesh tones,
blood reds that retain their devastating allure and a generous amount of film grain
looking very indigenous to its source. Fine details pop as never before, with
Day’s luminous robin egg blue gown, worn during the Ziegfeld routine, ravishing
beyond all expectation. We get a spectacular 5.0 DTS audio that typifies what
vintage six track stereo must have sounded like in the theater on opening
night; Day’s vocals astonishingly robust and clean, dialogue and effects
elsewhere exhibiting superior reproduction with zero hiss or pop. It’s the sort
of level of perfection we have come to rather lazily expect and merely demand
from WAC in the past, but should not belie the fact WAC have indeed put
their very best ‘feet forward’ to produce yet another exemplary hi-resolution
film to video transfer that could not have looked any better. You are going to love –
LOVE – this disc; it’s that simple.
Someone at WB
appears to have been listening, because virtually all of the extra features
represented herein – ported over from the old DVD – have nevertheless been
given a new 1080p upgrade. They include the 1955 ‘Salute to the Theaters’ –
a promo featuring snippets and sound bites from various MGM product, then on
the horizon and ‘coming soon to a theater near you’, including
behind-the-scenes of Love Me or Leave Me;
two very early Vitaphone short subjects – Roseland (1931) and, A Modern Cinderella (1932), starring the real Ruth Etting, and, the original theatrical trailer. Clearly,
WAC has taken the high road when paying the utmost consideration to their back
catalog. What a sincere joy it is to see Love
Me Or Leave Me looking and sounding this spectacular. I cannot think of a better way to appreciate
the contributions made by Doris Day, James Cagney, Charles Vidor, or the good
people over at Warner Bros. Permit us to worship and give immeasurable thanks
for this grand effort. Keep up the exemplary work...pretty please, on High Society, The Student Prince, That Midnight Kiss, Holiday in Mexico, and Seven Brides for Seven Brothers for 2017. Bottom line: VERY highly
recommended!
FILM RATING (out of 5 - 5 being the best)
5+
VIDEO/AUDIO
5+
EXTRAS
3.5
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