The Lady in Red

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IMDb Rating 6.2 10 578

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Blackie Dammett as Bartender
Christopher Lloyd as 'Grandpa' Bill Hale
Louise Fletcher as Barbara Moorehead
Robert Forster as Nick Tana
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Movie Reviews

Reviewed by jadavix 9 / 10 / 10

A little seen, misunderstood classic that's NOT about Dillinger

"The Lady in Red" is the kind of movie that those of us fans of cult cinema and b-movies live for. It's an unheralded classic, and a movie that totally rises above its inauspicious "grindhouse" or exploitation roots. I believe the movie's success may have been undercut by advertising that suggests it is about Dillinger. It isn't. It's the story of Dillinger's alleged girlfriend, the one who supposedly betrayed him to the feds. The story is, if anything, more interesting than Dillinger's, and packs a feminist punch. It shows a path to crime more heartbreaking than any famous bankrobber's. The protagonist is thrown out of home and ends up in jail. There's a whole genre of women in prison movies, and they almost all feature a sadistic lesbian guard. Yet, none of them are this good, and none of the guards are as horribly believable as the one in this movie. The movie only spends about half an hour there, and is yet more believable and impactful than all the women in prison movies combined. The only way out for the protagonist is prostitution, which is where she comes into contact with crime figures she is destined to join. Dillinger is, in fact, just another guy she meets, and that's a massive strength. To her, he was no hero. He was just another man, a potential user, thief, murderer, whatever. This is the world through the eyes of a down-on-her-luck woman who had little choice but to turn to crime. How fitting that it would be so roundly ignored, even after all these years.

Reviewed by Igenlode Wordsmith 8 / 10 / 10

Packs a punch

This picture makes for an interesting companion piece to Michael Mann's recent "Public Enemies"; it covers not only the same era and the same setting but, inevitably, much of the same source material. And compared to earlier black-and-white gangster movies it shares a similar distinctly modern sensibility. Indeed, dubbed a "cheerful exploitation flick", it far outdoes the more recent film in the sheer quantity of sex and nudity on display. Yet oddly enough it manages to avoid the impression of gratuitous indulgence: the lolling female flesh on view is treated as more matter-of-fact (sometimes grotesque) than erotic, and the explicit violence is never casually treated. "The Lady in Red" turns out to succeed on a number of levels where "Public Enemies" failed: above all and most vitally in characterization and plot development. We actually care what becomes of the heroine and those she meets, however lurid the scenarios that ensue. Individuals are vividly drawn and memorable, and a vein of black humour periodically enlivens the script; it even conjures up some moments of almost lyrical happiness to provide a far more convincing love affair than Mann can achieve. Every victory over tyranny may seem to leave Polly in the long term worse off, and yet we cheer fiercely at her rebellion. There is no lack of audience identification here. The film is also surprisingly sure-footed in its period setting. After the initial reflex jolt at seeing the familiar monochrome settings re-enacted in colour -- unthinking: of course in reality the colour would always have been there, it's just that we never saw it -- "Lady in Red" pulls off the rare trick of presenting a world that seems entirely natural to its era. The cars are not conscious museum pieces, the clothes are not being worn as costumes, the props are not just set dressing: 'period' productions so often give the air of having tried too hard over every glossy detail, or else of importing a patronising grime of deprivation. This one seems to do neither. It even gets away with the potentially heavy-handed use of period cultural references (Elliot Ness, King Kong). After a while -- the ultimate accolade -- you forget that it's in colour. And finally, despite an escalating violence/body count, this film manages to retain death to genuinely shocking effect. There are no diminishing-return shots of gun porn here; no five-minute jerking, numbing sprays of muzzle-flash after dark. (And, although it had not until now occurred to me, no cars that roll over and burst into flames...) A lot of people wind up dead one way or another: but seen through Polly's eyes, it is neither cheap entertainment nor taken for granted. Acting performances are admirable all round in both major and minor roles. The use of music, in particular the evocative "42nd Street" as general theme to the picture in changing moods for each context, is excellently done. This isn't the sort of picture I would have anticipated liking -- the breast count alone is about fifty times greater than anything I'd normally see -- but I found it quite unexpectedly successful... and, I'm afraid, superior on every level to "Public Enemies", with which it has on the surface so much 'modernity' in common.

Reviewed by Woodyanders 8 / 10 / 10

Bang-up Depression-era crime action drama winner

Sweet and resourceful farm girl Polly Franklin (delightfully played with infectious charm and exuberance by the lovely Pamela Sue Martin) lives one hell of a lively, eventful, and exciting life in Chicago during the Great Depression of the 1930's: She starts out toiling away in a brutal sweatshop, works briefly as a dance hall girl, does a stretch in prison, gets forced into prostitution at a brothel after she's paroled from jail, and eventually secures a gig as a diner waitress prior to becoming the unsuspecting girlfriend of notorious, but gentlemanly criminal John Dillinger (a credible portrayal by Robert Conrad). Ably directed by Lewis Teague, with a sharp and compact script by John Sayles, a plausibly gritty, vivid, and unsentimental evocation of the period, a ceaseless brisk pace, a jaunty and flavorsome score by James Horner, coarse, crackling dialogue, startling outbursts of raw'n'brutal violence, bright, attractive cinematography by Daniel Lacambre, nice touches of dark humor, a handful of rousing action set pieces, and a generous amount of female nudity, this film manages to effectively transcend its modest B-flick exploitation origins on the strength of its extremely absorbing story, plenty of surprisingly astute and insightful social observations on race, sex, and class, and a hugely sympathetic and strong-willed main character who engages audience interest throughout. Kudos are also in order for the uniformly fine acting from a sterling cast, with especially praiseworthy work by Louise Fletcher as tough, classy, and cagey madam Anna Sage, Robert Hogan as sleazeball newspaper reporter Jake Lingle, Laurie Heineman as Polly's feisty best gal pal Rose Shinkus, Glenn Withrow as eager kid Eddie, Christopher Lloyd as nasty, disfigured mobster Frognose, Nancy Parsons as vicious prison warden Tiny Alice, Alan Vint as top G-man Melvin Purvis, and Dick Miller as slimy and despicable sweatshop manager Patek. Robert Forster has a sizable uncredited role as suave and affable hit-man Turk. Popping up in neat bits are Mary Woronov as a gun moll and Michael Cavanaugh as an undercover vice cop. An immensely worthwhile and enjoyable picture.

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