JohnHowardReid
NOTES: Third and final screen version of Hagen's stage play. COMMENT: Re-makes can almost always be compared in an unfavorable light with their originals. And this maxim certainly holds true for this re-serving of The Strawberry Blonde (although that movie itself was a re-make, it is the exception that proves the rule). For a start, the players are inferior. I mean, how can you compare Dennis Morgan (whom I like) with James Cagney? Or Janis Paige (whom I also admire) with Rita Hayworth? Admittedly, Don DeFore (never my choice for the world's finest actor) makes a surprisingly deft stab at the Jack Carson spot (though still falling short). The one and only really bright star in this new cast line-up is the lovely Dorothy Malone who comes across as a warm and enchanting Amy Lind. As for the script, with typical re-make oversight, the Epstein twins are not credited, even though it's quite apparent that Mr Richards has based his screenplay firmly on the 1941 movie rather than the 1933 stage play. In fact, he's made very few additions or changes and hasn't even bothered to alter or delete such giveaway lines as "That's the kind of a hair-pin I am!" Very appropriate for Jimmy Cagney but quite out of character for Dennis Morgan. Admittedly, a few indifferent new songs as well as some more old favorites have been introduced into the pot, plus a helping of not-so-funny comic routines for Mr Blue. On the other hand, some of the incidents retain sufficient power to induce a fair amount of laughter and the plot has still enough drama to survive even the well-intentioned efforts of this second-rate roster of players. Although Walsh's direction remains competent enough, he fails to refurbish anything like the luxuriant style and inventive flair he brought to Strawberry Blonde. Fortunately, the art director has taken advantage of the producer's splurge on Technicolor. The sets are entrancingly in period and the film is beautifully photographed in very delicate colors that consistently please the eye, even though the dialogue seems less attractive to the ear.
Tom Hodgins
Raoul Walsh returned to the same source material that he had explored seven years before when he directed Warner Brothers' One Sunday Afternoon in 1948.Previously titled The Strawberry Blonde, starring James Cagney at the peak of his career as Biff Grimes, a pugnacious dentist in turn-of-the-century New York City who fantasizes about the title character, it, in turn, had been a remake of a 1933 Paramount production with the same title as the '48 version. That version had featured a young somewhat gawky Gary Cooper playing Grimes.The '48 version, with Dennis Morgan now playing the dentist, was updated in two respects. It was turned into a partial musical to take advantage of its star's musical talents, and was filmed, impressively, in Technicolour. No matter whatever flaws this third version had, it was a handsome looking production.The musical numbers are pleasant but bland and, quite frankly, could have used the memorable song "The Band Played On," as heard repeatedly in the Cagney version.The cast of the '48 version (which includes Dorothy Malone in the role of Amy Lind, previously played by Olivia De Havilland in the '41 version, along with Janis Paige replacing Rita Hayworth as the title character, and Don DeFore in the Jack Carson role as chief protagonist) strives for adequacy but truly pales next to the memorable performances of the first Walsh version. Completely jettisoned from this version is the role of the dentist's rogue father, previously cheerfully played by Alan Hale. Almost for old time's sake, however, Hale's son, Alan Jr., has a small supporting role.Looking ill at ease in this version's earlier scenes is star Dennis Morgan. Morgan had a natural cheerful, laid back charm and watching him play a character who is impulsive and pugnacious (a natural piece of casting for Cagney) is painful, to say the least. Morgan is more comfortable when he has the opportunity to sing, which he does with his usual charm.Janis Paige makes little impression as "the strawberry blonde," the object of all men's desires, is this film, certainly nothing to compare to Hayworth seven years before. Don DeFore, while no Jack Carson, is not bad in the role of conniving Hugo Barnstead, while Dorothy Malone, as patient, loving Amy, the girl who is the real gem in the film, is reasonably touching in her role. She doesn't bring the same depth and warmth that De Havilland had but it's still a commendable performance.In retrospect, director Walsh perhaps returned once to the well once too often with this production. Aside from the '41 version of Strawberry Blonde, Walsh, who had been raised as a boy during the Gay '90s, had a special affinity for creating nostalgic films of that era. The '41 Blonde is a minor under appreciated masterpiece but Walsh had made a few other memorable excursions into that era, as well, with 1933's The Bowery, 1936's Klondike Annie, with Mae West, and, best of all, 1942's Gentleman Jim, a rollicking affair, and another minor masterpiece, marking Errol Flynn in one of the most charismatic performances of his career.This '48 version of One Sunday Afternoon can best be described as a rather bland time waster, hardly representative of Walsh at his best. Then, again, there's only so much the director can do when he has a willing but lesser league cast of players. There is no Cagney anywhere in sight of this production, and he is a talent that is sorely missed.
