with this ring
by Douglas Messerli
Sally
Benson, Catherine Tunney, and Mitchell Leisen (screenplay), Mitchel Leisen
(director) No Man of Her Own/ 1950
Mitchell
Leisen’s 1950 film, No Man of Her Own,
takes novelist Cornell Woolrich’s I
Married a Dead Man in strange directions, crossing what the 1940s and 1950s
often describes as a “women’s picture” with the generally male-dominated
film-noir genre, while simultaneously seeming to toy with the strictures of the
Hays Code. On one hand the convoluted and often quite unbelievable plot seems
closer to Douglas Sirk’s soap-opera confabulations of later in the decade. Yet
Leisen’s work, much darker and lushly filmed in black-and-white, at times,
becomes a sexually coded film that, in the end, allows his female characters
near-complete dominance.
The film begins a long series of
appositions as the voice of the film’s central figure, Helen Ferguson describes
the lovely beauty of the small Illinois town in which she has found herself,
the camera tracking down rows of stately trees and honeysuckle as it enters a
grand house where she lives, she with her young son on her lap, her loving
husband sitting across. Everything, she gushes is a beautiful in a life which,
she insists, cannot be enjoyed. Despite the deep love the couple feel for one
another, she proclaims, one or the other will have to leave, and their near-
perfect life will be destroyed. The tension in the room is palpable as the
couple tentatively plan a night out. An interrupting phone call seemingly
terrifies them both; at the other end are the police who announce they will
soon arrive. The only question is an odd one: which one of them are the police
in search of?

The saved woman and her child is Helen;
both Patrice and her husband have been killed. Because of the ring and the
coincidence of both women being pregnant, however, Helen has been mistakenly
identified by the doctors as Patrice. Despite Helen’s muted attempts to explain
the truth, she, pacified and drugged, is unable to speak out, soon after
realizing that were she to identify her real self, she and her baby would be
lying not in a private room but in the general ward. Gifts are sent by the
Harkness family, whom Patrice and Hugh have been on their way to visit. For the
sake of her child, Patrice continues to play along with the mistaken identity.
Finding herself hurtling through space on yet another train to the small
Midwestern town in Patrice’s in-laws reside, she is suddenly horrified by her
own deception.
The crisis she is facing, it is
apparent, is not very different from a gay man or woman—much like the bisexual Leisen—pretending
he/she is straight, allowing those around to deceive themselves about his or her real
sexuality/identity, and there is both a kind of thrilling terror in the act
that provides the deceiver with a sense of power, both of which come through in
Stanwyck’s excellent acting.
The elder Harknesses, superbly realized
by Jane Cowl and Henry O’Neill, as well as their maid (the outspoken Esther
Dale) could not be more welcoming and embracing. While the real Patrice had
worried whether they would like her (they have never seen her, not even a
photograph), it is clear that, despite some vague lapses of knowledge and
inexplicable reactions—which the family attributes to her hospitalization and
shock of her husband’s death— the “new” Patrice and family are perfectly
suited, almost as if the “false” Patrice were better than the real thing. The
family’s benevolence goes farther, moreover, with the arrival of Hugh’s younger
brother, Bill (John Lund), who not only is friendly to the deceiver, but
quickly falls in love with her, despite, as it is later revealed, he has
suspected Helen’s deception from the beginning. Again, the sexual innuendos
here further strengthen the resolve of the “gay” deceiver. She has not only,
symbolically speaking, “wedded” Patrice, she has entered her body, literally
“become” her. And despite her protests, the family alters their will to
further reward her and the new family heir.
Such a bizarre acting out of identity can
only lead to complications, which soon arrive the form of Helen’s former sleazy
boyfriend, Morley, who begins by sending her cryptic telegrams (“Who are you?
And why are you here?) before quickly escalating into bribery, lies and,
finally, into a demand that Helen/Patrice marry him—the plot revealing our
suspicions that Helen’s son was born out of wedlock—so that this sinister figure out of her past might inherit
her money when the elder, sickly generation dies off. Desperate to keep her
past a secret, to protect her son and herself, and save her in-laws from the
painful revelations, Helen/Patrice has little choice but to give into his
demands in a kind of mad-scene marriage, part of which is accidently overhead
in a phone call to the Harkness house. Bill is sent out to find her, while
Helen/Patrice is dumped back on the Harkness porch. The horrifying words “’Til
death do us part,” still ringing in her head (another of the sexual inversions
in this film) Helen/Patrice determines to make that phrase a reality, grabbing
a gun from her father-in-law’s desk and rushing out of the house, determined to kill her enforced husband, without perceiving
that her equally determined mother-in-law has observed her actions. A long-time
heart condition ends in the elderly woman’s death.
Helen does accost Morley, now lying in
his temporary office across the bed, and shoots him, although both she and the
audience realize that he is already dead. The arrival of Bill suggests that he
might have beat her to the punch, and he is only too ready to help dispose of
the body and any evidence.
Just before the police arrive, however,
the writer and director throw in another wrench of the plot that reveals just
how powerful the women of this film have become. Josie, the family maid,
explains that just before the old woman’s death she had insisted upon writing a
letter to her daughter-in-law. In that letter Mrs. Harkness admits to having
killed Morley in order to protect Helen/Patrice. It seems that Bill might be
even willing to use the letter in their defense, despite the fact that
Helen/Patrice refuses to allow him such an out, knowing that the epistle has
simply been another example of her mother-in-law’s great love and largesse.
As the police enter, Helen, abandoning
all pretense, admits to having shot her ex-husband. But when she identifies the
gun, they tell her that, although her bullet was found in the mattress, the
murder weapon was another one. The murderer, we discover, was Morley’s
blond-haired girl, Irma, of the very first scene, who shot him in revenge for
his having left her! So are the film’s great deceivers reunited in bliss, able
now to live out the lives which, given their true selves, they never imagined
they might have been able to have experienced. It now makes no difference
whether Helen, free to fully become Patrice, has been straight with Bill or
not; it no longer matters whether or not he has purposely allowed himself to be
deceived or not. So Leisen, I would argue, has created an oddly “gay” fable out
of heterosexual drama. And, in the end, we must ask, which “dead ‘man’” did
Helen Ferguson ultimately marry? Was it the pleasant, now buried Hugh—whose
wife she pretended to be—the criminally uncaring Morley—with whom she was
forced to enter into a marriage contract—the personable and engaging Patrice—whose
ring, one imagines, remains on her finger and whose name she has now embraced—or,
perhaps, the ineffectual, yet abiding and still living Bill Harkness? As the
title suggests, it may not be “any man.” In 1950 those were simply questions
one did not ask.
Los Angeles,
October 31, 2012
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