Friday, August 08, 2014

Fast Company

Rare book dealer Joel Sloane (Melvyn Douglas) and his secretary/spouse Garda (Florence Rice) are investigating a book swindle when the case takes a homicidal turn.

1938's Fast Company is based on the book of the same title by the pseudonymous Marco Page. In the book (which I own, but haven't read yet), Joel's last name is Glass, but that's neither here nor there. I love the mix of --as the book jacket says "raw murder and rare books."

I want to digress here and ask who the heck was Florence Rice? She's so adorable! She's really good in this. She's got a bit of a Myrna Loy thing going on (in fact, the movie is unabashedly trying to ride that Thin Man train) but she's so natural, so unaffected, so darned cute.

And Melvyn Douglas, who was always a little more goofy than dashing, actually holds his own in this one. They do a great job together and it's puzzling and disappointing that the studio did not continue the series with them.

I'm having trouble explaining the plot of Fast Company as it's not exactly linear. Basically Joel and Garda try to help a young ex-con who was convicted of stealing rare books from his fiancee's father. The girl's father is involved in his own nefarious book dealings and eventually he's bumped off and the kid is accused of murder. Garda urges Joel to take the case.

The dialog is snappy, the chemistry between the leads is strong, the plot makes as much sense as these things ever do. It's definitely entertaining.

The subsequent movies are progressively weaker although the star power is higher in the second film, Fast and Loose, with Robert Montgomery and Rosalind Russell. The third film, Fast and Furious, is painful and pretty much a complete waste of time.  

Friday, August 01, 2014

McCauley Connor

I love discovering new art and new artists. This summer's discovery is Mac (McCauley) Conner who was an illustrator back in the Mad Men days. I'd never heard of him until a reader directed me his way and I learned that there was going to be a retrospective of his work at the City of New York Museum.  

His work is all clean and energetic, a bit like a pared-down Rockwell, but what I really love is his crime related illustrations. There's such a great vibe to works like this one:

Honey, whatever he is about to tell you, don't believe it. RUN.

There's a book available -- which is now on my Christmas list -- Mac Conner: A New York Life.