Wednesday, September 5, 2018

The Third Man (1949)

Maddy over at Maddy Loves Her Classic Films is hosting the Joseph Cotten Blogathon on September 5-7, 2018. At the risk of belaboring the obvious and saying what others have said before me and better, here’s my entry.

“I never knew the old Vienna before the war with its Strauss music, its glamour and easy charm… I really got to know it in the classic period of the Black Market...Now the city is divided into four zones, you know, each occupied by a power: the American, the British, the Russian and the French…Good fellows on the whole, did their best you know. Vienna doesn't really look any worse than a lot of other European cities. Bombed about a bit.” Prologue
Directed by the now shamefully underrated Carol Reed at the height of his power, The Third Man is that rare breed of film where everything comes together to form a little miracle. The direction by Reed is brilliant, the script by Graham Greene is brilliant, the cinematography is brilliant, the acting is…you get the drift.

The prologue - spoken by Reed as omniscient narrator in a very off-hand and chummy manner - plunges the audience right into the grim realities of a story unfolding with bone-dry wit, sly humor and shrewd insights into the intricacies of East-West relations, which incidentally are purely Greene’s. In a subtle note of irony, the narrator himself is a dodgy black marketeer, part of the flotsam and jetsam that comes in the wake of vanished empires and conquering armies.

Mostly shot on location in Vienna - one the first British film to do so - the film has an authenticity about it that captures the appalling disarray of a Europe scarred by a war. No studio set could ever convey the destruction caused by relentless bombing resulting in rubble-strewn streets, crumbling buildings and gaping holes in the ground. The Austro-Hungarian Empire was a thing of the past. Not even an echo of its former glory reverberates in the picture, we only see the remnants of a world and a way of life utterly destroyed.
“Reed made one key decision early – there would be no Strauss, no waltzes in his film. That Vienna, the Vienna which could imagine itself at the centre of Europe, was gone for good. Reed’s Vienna is a crooked city, a city shot with tilted angles, a city in which the cobbled streets are wet and glistening as if from melted snow; a city in which a few beams of light cut through deep darkness, in which the shadows are all exaggerated. … for Greene Vienna was a no-man’s land, a city on the edge in which the old values were in ruins, a city with no future” (Peter Wollen “Riff-raff Realism”, BFI magazine Sight and Sound April 1998)   
Amateurs...they can't stay the course
Vienna had been stripped of its elegance and splendor. What remained was decadence and rot, with a fatalistic and defeated attitude blanketing the city. Postwar morality was complicated, muddled to obscurity. The notions of good and evil didn’t mean much in the face of simple survival. “I’ve done things that seemed unthinkable before the war,” says one character in the story and it seems to be true for everybody. War changes all notions of acceptable behavior.

In The Third Man Vienna is a place of utter confusion, marked by its maze of alleyways, tunnels and strange staircases. A damaged city that mirrored the troubled inner lives of its inhabitants.

As many have noted, Vienna itself is a character in the story. The picture has a firmly-rooted sense of place. As an Allied-occupied city, Vienna was under the control of the four occupying powers Britain, US, France and Russia. Still trying to shrug off a post-war hangover, the city was now a border-zone stuck between East and West on the eve of another war, a cold one this time. Europe was a continent at the crossroads. Cooperation between victors already politically divided rose barely above frosty formality. It was a bitter reminder for people still celebrating victory that not all was well in the world. Like Germany, Austria was a country in limbo and in chaos, not knowing what the future would bring and which way it would go. 

A precarious political environment like that could only produce bleak and desperate films and was a fertile ground for the so-colled Trümmerfilme (1945-50), “rubble films” -  named that for obvious reasons - set amongst the ruins of postwar cities (Berlin, Vienna, Rome). Rubble films dealt with the war, Nazism, anti-Semitism and the dire conditions of the postwar period (The Murderers Are Among Us, Germany, Year Zero, In Those Days). If these films are Noir by generally-accepted genre standards is a moot point. They are that by their very nature, with a heart of deepest darkness.

The Third Man however transcends the Noir genre. It transcends the genre of the thriller too. It defies categorization. It is not just an exercise in bleakness with razor-sharp dialogue and lots of dark humor, it’s a film about loyalty, betrayal, love, loss, the nature of evil and making profound moral decisions.

The movie is a masterclass on style and atmosphere. In fact the cinematography is so good you could hang every frame as picture on the wall. Expressionist lighting, evocative shadows, rain-slicked cobblestone streets, the constant echo of footsteps in the dark and the slanting light from apartments create an atmosphere of sinister menace. Wide-angle and close-up shots distort faces into the grotesque, most notably Harry’s sketchy cronies. Faces that always look watchful and guarded, afraid to give too much away, to say the wrong things. 
What stands out most though are the constant canted camera angles, more than I have seen in any other movie. They suggest a world perpetually off-kilter, confused and out-of-joint. Nothing in Vienna is on the level.

The famous zither score - composed and performed by Anton Karas -  reinforces the narrative’s irony hovering between playfulness and melancholy. It is authentically Viennese. It’s the music you hear in the city’s cheerful Heurigenlokalen, wine bars. 

The plot centers on Holly Martins (Joseph Cotten), Our Man in Vienna, a two-bit hack writer of dime-store Westerns with titles such as The Lone Rider of Santa Fe and Death at Double X Ranch. He arrives in occupied Vienna at the invitation of his friend Harry Lime (Orson Welles) only to find that Harry has been killed in a hit-and-run accident. When Major Calloway (Trevor Howard) of the International Police informs him that Lime was a black market racketeer responsible for the death of many people, Holly is unbelieving. He thinks Calloway is trying to frame his friend for trading cigarettes for eggs, like everybody else in the city. Holly starts questioning Harry’s strange associates and his lover Anna (Alida Valli) and soon finds holes in the accident story. Apparently there was a third man on the accident scene, conveniently dropped from most eye witness statements. Trying to piece together the narrative, Holly starts to hit the streets of Vienna hell-bent on busting the case wide open. It’s the single worst idea of his life. Turns out reports of Harry’s death have been greatly exaggerated and he is everything Calloway says. What’s more, as Harry’s friend Calloway expects Holly’s help in bringing Harry down.

Sgt. Paine contemplating the folly of Holly
Holly is outraged. His best mate nowadays is the bottle, well, right after Harry who he considers the best friend a man ever had. 
Calloway: “That sounds like a cheap novelette.”
Holly: “Well, I write cheap novelettes.”
It’s one of the few times Holly’s grasp of facts is spot-on. Naive, pure of heart and guileless, his perspective on life has been simplified to match the structure of the pulp Westerns he writes. Holly prefers moral clarity, a clear line drawn in the sand, the basic distinction between good and bad never in doubt. Obviously sensibilities from another time and place.
Holly sees himself as the upright Western hero fighting with good cheer for truth and justice and the downtrodden, in this case his childhood friend who he hasn’t seen in years. Mixing fact and fiction, Holly sees cheap plots and conspiracies everywhere. "The lone rider has his best friend shot unlawfully by a sheriff. The story is how this lone rider hunted the sheriff down." In his imagination Harry is the victim of unfair persecution by the corrupt Sheriff Calloway.

To confound the fish out of water even more, there is a constant stream of deliberately untranslated German that reinforces Holly’s sense of being a stranger in a strange land and adds to his bewilderment. Along with the audience he has to figure out what is going on. To his credit, director Reed played fair. Every crucial bit of information is translated for Holly and the viewer.

Unfortunately Holly doesn’t have any self-awareness. He doesn’t seem to understand that his innocent blundering can be dangerous for other people. Occasionally only one step away from impersonating Inspector Clouseau, Holly doesn’t remotely have the mental equipment or the moral unscrupulousness to survive the snake pit he's jumped into. He’s lacking the jadedness and cynicism of men who have been through a long and hard war. It is quite telling that we never find out what Holly did during those years. 
The film plays with the cliches of pulp fiction but turns them into something much more serious. Westerns may be useful moral guides in certain places but Vienna after the War was not one of them. It’s a setting that embodies complexities far beyond Holly’s simplistic mindset. With his quixotic notions of fairness and morality Holly - the proverbial Noir sucker -  is no match for a real Noir villain, or the morass of a new postwar world where hell is up and heaven is down.

Adding an indispensable contrast of hard-headed reality is Major Calloway, played by Trevor Howard in one of his tough guy roles. Howard - “It’s Calloway, not Callahan. I’m English, not Irish” - is the epitome of cool here and almost walks away with the movie. A BFI screenonline article no less stated that Calloway has no sympathy for Holly at all, exploits his naiveté and is “a cold, stern authority-figure who lacks warmth and humor”. What were they smoking? Calloway is a man who’s seen it all but hasn’t lost his humanity. He’s hard-bitten enough to look evil in the eye and not flinch. If he’s not all warm and fuzzy that comes with the territory. With his sardonic humor and a voice that drips acid he’s a much-needed dose of vinegar. Exasperated beyond belief by Holly giving him constant headaches with his naive bungling, Calloway wonders how a wooly little lamb like him got lost in the slaughterhouse. There is an underlying gruff kindness and compassion in him. Like a good father, he encourages Holly to leave town to shield him from the worst of reality. He also tries to help Anna as much as he can, but the damsel doesn’t want to be saved. “Death’s at the bottom of everything”, says Calloway. Nobody can argue with him. 

As a British army officer Calloway, who's been in Vienna for a while, can't be bushwhacked. “This isn’t Santa Fe, I’m not a sheriff, and you aren’t a cowboy”, he says to Holly after Holly accuses him of framing his friend.
But a sheriff is exactly what he is. There’s a certain lawless frontier mindset galloping rampant in the occupied territory. Vienna is the postwar European version of the Wild Wild West - a decidedly unromanticized one though - where law is just an impediment to profit. Calloway is the man who’s trying to clean up Dodge and keep at least some semblance of peace and order.  

Much has been made of Holly as the ugly American who goes abroad blithely blundering through a foreign city and poking his nose where it doesn’t belong. Dana Polan - who I usually agree with - calls him “a small, little man. A failure...he’s a buffoon from beginning to end” in his DVD commentary. And Tony Gilroy does the same when he says: “He’s just a shabby character all around...he’s just a slug.” What? I think those critics give Holly a raw deal. He is the film’s moral core even if he is clumsy and has trouble connecting the dots. He has one thing going for him: a sense of right or wrong.

Cotten’s acting throughout the movie is commendable, it is subtle and nuanced. He has to be bereaved, silly, stupefied and heroic at the same time. Holly Martins is not a flashy role and quite selflessly Cotten leaves the (acting) glory to Welles, a man with an enormous screen presence and magnetism. Cotten too had screen presence but never the overpowering personality of Welles. An underrated actor who made it all look so easy.

The movie may be named for Harry Lime but it’s interesting to note that he appears only three times in the movie with a screen time that totals about 10 minutes, speaking only in the ferris wheel scene. 
Welles at the time came fairly cheap. Though his name still had marquee value, Welles had fallen from grace and wasn't bankable anymore. A bucketload of commercial failures - amongst them Citizen Kane, The Magnificent Ambersons, The Lady from Shanghai and Macbeth -  had seen to that. He exiled himself to Europe. He was hired by Reed but proved to be elusive and had to be literally chased all over the continent so he would show up on the set. For many of his shots a stand-in had to be used - including the famous reveal - with a close-up shot of Welles done later at Shepperton Studios in London. He also refused to film his last scene in the sewers of Vienna for hygienic reasons forcing Reed to built a stage at Shepperton. 
Welles was someone who occasionally had the tendency to over-act shamelessly. Thankfully, here he reigns himself in and gives a subtle performance.

He doesn’t show up until after the one-hour mark yet Lime’s personality dominates the movie even in his absence. In fact his absence is the invisible force that drives the plot. Everyone in this film is defined by his relationship to Harry. He gets one of cinema’s greatest entrances, materializing out of nothing when the tension has been built up. Welles called Harry Lime a star role: “They talk about you for an hour and then you show up. All you have to do is ride.” And steal the thunder from everybody else in the bargain.

Harry not only lives in the shadows but in a shadow world, in his own little fiefdom. Underground, surreptitiously out if sight and out of reach of conventional justice. The sewers are part of his fiefdom. Black marketers frequently used them as they allowed fairly free travel between sectors while bypassing the checkpoints above ground. 

When Lime finally appears - given away by a cat with a lousy taste in humans -  it is like an apparition. There is an almost child-like, impish and very seductive smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. His playful personality invites the audience to dismiss all the accusations against Lime’s character right away. A grave error in judgment.

Harry is not just embroiled in run-of-the-mill shady business dealings. He stole penicillin from hospitals, diluted it and sold it back on the black market. This adulterated penicillin crippled and deformed children and “the lucky children died, the unlucky ones went off their heads.” 
High up in a ferris wheel cabin - in every sense of the word looking down on humanity - Harry explains to Holly his philosophy with utter callousness and nonchalance.
“Victims? Don't be melodramatic. Look down there. Tell me. Would you really feel any pity if one of those dots stopped moving forever? If I offered you twenty thousand pounds for every dot that stopped, would you really, old man, tell me to keep my money, or would you calculate how many dots you could afford to spare?”
“Nobody thinks in terms of human beings. Governments don't. Why should we? They talk about the people and the proletariat, I talk about the suckers and the mugs - it's the same thing.”
“Don't be so gloomy. After all it's not that awful. Like the fella says, in Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love - they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock. So long Holly.”
For Harry evil has to get credit for the good it often spreads in its wake though Harry just gets down to the important basics. His reasons for murder are purely economic. Always ready with a glib insouciance, there’s not a shred of conscience in him. Other people's lives do not matter. He’s a sick little puppy.

That we can’t hate Welles is simply due to his brilliance, he manages to almost capsize the film with his charisma. And that’s the trouble with Harry. Lime is one of the most likable crooks we have ever encountered. He should be locked up in the psych ward as a nut job, instead he comes off as a little rascal. To quote another movie: “The Devil is most dangerous when he’s being pleasant”. The Devil gets the best lines too, delivered with attractive and self-deprecating irony. Sociopathy as charming quirk. The face of evil is utterly banal, almost benign, a metaphor for the moral breakdown of Europe.
Harry has simply made his peace with the devil. He has consciously embraced evil, as a necessity, as a means to an end.

He is a man who casts a long shadow, in every way. His friend admires him, his cronies worship him and his lover remains faithful to him even after his “death”. 
In one of his more lucid moments Holly notices: “Harry is laughing at fools like us all the time” and he’s right. Harry has always been a parasite. Holly in his naiveté just took it as youthful exuberance.

Nothing in this film is as it appears. Character motivations are in the dark, there are false identities, mixed-up names and double and triple crosses galore. The beauty of this movie is that it studiously avoids to give us clear answers, one-dimensional interpretations or an easy way out. The third man turned out to be Harry Lime but Harry was nothing more than an illusion.

We are puzzled by Anna’s unwavering loyalty to him. Anna is from Czechoslovakia, a Soviet-held territory, living in the Western Zones on a forged passport that Harry procured for her. The Russians know it and would love to “repatriate” her. A death sentence by any other name. Repatriation by the Soviets meant labor camps or execution.
For Harry she’s just a means to an end. When the need arises, he uses her as a bargaining chip and sells her out to the Russians so they will further harbor him in their sector.

The first time we see Anna she’s on stage acting in a comedy. “I don’t play tragedy” she says. A blatant lie. She is one of the most melancholy and fatalistic heroines I have ever seen on film. Anna asks nothing of life. She knows dreams and hopes don’t stand a chance in this world. She seems to be in a near-constant catatonic state. She’s not just quiet and reserved, it is as if she has emotionally shut down after what she’s been through. Some critics took this for woodenness on the actress’s part but I think Valli plays it exactly right. She showed the same kind of mystery and impassiveness in The Paradine Case. There is a quality of stillness about her that can barely hide strong undercurrents of emotions. She never tells us - or Holly - what she did to survive the war but we can take a good guess. It’s all there in her world-weary attitude. 

In a way her loyalty to Harry is touching and commendable but there’s also the point that she’s loyal to a psychopath. Even when she finds out what he’s done, she stands by him, choosing love over humanity. “A person doesn’t change because you find out more about him” she says which is of course absolute nonsense. It seems Anna tries to separate Harry’s personal nature - his essence so to say - from his actions as if both have nothing to do with each other. Her whole-hearted acceptance of Harry’s evil makes her a collaborator. In fact it’s monstrous.

Many have criticized Holly for betraying his friend in the end. What those critics seem to forget is that Harry - before Holly “betrayed” him - had already betrayed everybody he ever came in contact with. Holly at least can critically reflect on friendship as a virtue and reject it if the price for it is too high. Being a friend does not have to mean sanctioning everything a friend does.

In the end the woolly little lamb becomes Harry’s nemesis and executioner. Holly is very reluctant to rat out his friend but the point of no return comes when Calloway makes Holly look at the effects of the diluted penicillin in the hospital. He finally agrees to be Calloway’s “dumb decoy duck” and help catch his friend. It is his duty to humanity, though it is nothing he can ever feel good about.

Calloway and his men finally close in on Harry and corner him in the city’s cavernous sewer system. In what is a bit of obvious symbolism, Harry is equated with a rat, hence the sewer. We see closeups of Lime's sweaty face, desperatly looking for a way out. In this instance we feel sympathy with the devil - now a hunted man - because the camera presents him as such, chased through long, echoing and empty sewer vistas. After he’s shot, his fingers grasp through a grating for freedom - it’s futile though, there is no escape. Mortally wounded, Harry nods to Holly, pleading for a quick release. It is Holly’s last act of friendship. He betrayed Harry out of duty and killed him out of kindness.

Holly’s cowboy innocence is forever lost, laid to rest in the sewers of Vienna with the mercy killing of his friend. This is what’s called a moral minefield. 

The film comes full circle and ends as it began: in a cemetery at Harry’s funeral. Autumn leaves are falling, always a sign for sadness and the ending of a life-cycle, in this case Holly’s and Anna’s relationship. Holly waits for Anna and his happy end at the end of a long road expecting her to forgive. But he’s tilting at the windmills of hopeless love. She simply walks past Holly without even sparing him a glimpse, her judgment of what she considers his betrayal. "They have a name for faces like that”. She takes loyalty to the point of self-destruction.

The end of the affair that never began
And once more Holly has to face the harsh truth that life isn't one of his Westerns: sometimes doing the right thing doesn’t make things better and killing the bad guy isn’t the end of it. Harry is dead, the past is dead but there is no future for Holly and Anna. Holly had good intentions and he did the right thing but Mae West knew it all along. Goodness has nothing to do with it. 

What remains is an achingly sad ending with a solitary figure on an empty road whose victory does't count for much. It just cost him everything. His friend, his love, his simple world-view and his innocence. Maybe Holly has gained some wisdom, some understanding beyond the world of his novelettes, but that is cold comfort.

Roger Ebert phrased it perfectly: “The Third Man is like the exhausted aftermath of CasablancaCasablanca is bathed in the hope of victory…” The Third Man is bathed in bitter disillusionment. The world doesn’t make any heroes outside of Holly’s stories anymore.

37 comments:

  1. Such a brilliant film. A real character piece supported by stunning photography and location work. Completely agree with you about Harry having betrayed everyone. I think that Holly will always have a place in his heart for Harry, and what he does at the end ensures that he gives Harry a swift exit and an escape from imprisonment. He doesn't agree with Harry, but he can't deny their bond of friendship. Thanks so much for joining the blogathon.

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    1. Thanks Maddy, can't wait to read everybody's entry.

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  2. Another great article. It has been many years since I watched The Third Man, but you brought me back to the ache I feel during a viewing. The sense of nothing being right and the feeling of being trapped with no escape in sight.

    I was surprised at the other critic's reaction to the character of Holly; their disdain and lack of understanding. Foolish he may be. Obviously, requiring of a good slap across the face. But "small". No. He's human. If he didn't have that humanity, Calloway wouldn't be able to use him.

    PS: Zithers rule!

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    1. I simply couldn't believe Polan's and Gilroy's (and Steven Soderbergh's) contempt for Holly. Yes, he's occasionally silly - he has a silly name as Anna says - but he's deeply human and fallible.

      Many people hate the zither score. I've seen a few imdb reviews calling it "that weird Hawaiian beach music". OK.

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  3. Margot, another great write-up. THE THIRD MAN is one of my all-time favorite movies. I first saw the American version on the CBS affiliate Channel 3 WREC-TV LATE MOVIE in 1971. I was astounded as a youngster and I still am. The movie is an undisputed masterpiece. I think it is one of the greatest movies ever made.

    I have also read Graham Greene's novella, which was published after the movie was released. Greene, at the time he was writing the novella, didn't intend for it to be published. He found it easier to write the story in prose form first and then write the screenplay. Are there differences between the two? Yes, there are, especially the ending. Also, there is no cuckoo clock speech in the novella.

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    1. Thank you. It took me forever to write this, like three weeks.
      I didn't even go into the production history of the film which is almost as interesting as the film itself. I know that Greene originally wanted a happy ending. It's hard to believe. Thankfully Selznick put his foot down. The cuckoo clock speech was apparently Welles's brainchild.

      And then there is the really interesting backstory about Greene, spying and Kim Philby.

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  4. This is a great summary and analysis.
    The Third Man is one of the best films of all time.
    Shockingly, Maddie said in her comment thread the other day that she wasn't especially crazy about Cotten's performance in this film.

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    1. Hi there, the film is certainly at the top of my list.
      As for Maddy's list, a preference is a preference. One can acknowledge the greatness of a film, or an actor or a performance without really loving it.

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    2. The film is written to give Cotten's character the lead, but he's such a confused non-entity, had Harry not been around, and he isn't much, there would be nothing to see. As its, we only have failure and low self esteem that appears well earned.

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    3. Ouch, Barry. So you agree with the critics who hate Holly Martins? I guess you're not a fan of Cotten? I think he's a very subtle actor, never flashy and never scenery-chewing. Actually I think he's a fantastic actor.

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    4. Yes, he was a subtle and all of his forties films, whether box office success o not, were events, after the Third Man the quality and intention of his products, declines. This is verifiable. Some may be better than others, but they are programmers, even with top co-stars, because Teresa Wright and Loretta Young are experiencing the same situation. Television beckoned. And Joe's billing declined. Check out The Last Sunset, a big picture, but he is under the title. Did not happen prior to Holly.

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  5. A really great write-up of one of my all-time favourite movies of any genre. This is a film truly for adults. Superbly written, lensed and acted. Personally, I think the rather jolly zither music of Anton Karas adds beautifully to the film - its jollity in total contrast to the general mood of the film.
    Add my name to the recent converts, John and Walter. Film Noir is my favourite film genre, other than westerns, and nobody is writing about it better, Margot. Hats off!!

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  6. Had I said, a parrot bit me, you would understand my problem with Holly Martin. Yes...?

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    1. Oh come on, he's a bit of a schnook, but you really can't hate him.

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  7. Margot, I agree with you that a preference is a preference. We all have preferences and thank goodness for that. Wouldn't it be a dull World if we all had the same preferences. Yes, there are people out there who hate THE THIRD MAN as well has the actors and actresses involved, Also, throw in the hate of the use of zither music. I read a scathing blog review of the movie once and I won't put in print the language the blogger used for description of the movie.

    Like Jerry I enjoyed the zither music of Anton Karas. While I was reading your write-up, the theme of Harry Lime kept entering my brain. When I finished I found the theme and listened to it once again. While writing my comments, I was whistling the "Harry Lime Theme."

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    1. Do you remember where that review was? I saw a few negative ones on imdb.

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    2. Margot, It has been a while since I read this crude critique of THE THIRD MAN, so I had to go on a hunt to locate this crude named blog. I don't want to sully your blog site with the name of this certain site. So, if you still want it just google brikhaus blog and you'll see the malodorous name. On his site there is a search box, so you can type in the movie name.

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  8. Great Review. Think about it, English, German, and Russian spoken no subs, a great International Noir if there ever was one. One of my faves too upping previous rating to 10/10

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  9. WONDERFUL review! I've only seen this twice, and decided I just didn't like it, despite Cotten's presence, but you've actually made me want to take a third stab at it. Thank you.

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    1. Hi there, thanks. :)
      What didn't you like about the movie?

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    2. So, I haven't seen it for like ten years, as I actually watched it BEFORE I got interested in Joseph Cotten, but I recall being dissatisfied with the ending. This really just means I need to watch it again!

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    3. Also, I'm assuming your blog title is a reference to the Raymond Chandler quotation, "Down these mean streets a man must go who is not mean himself," and if so... I love it. Chandler is my favorite writer.

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    4. Give the movie another try.
      Yes, I took the quote from Chandler.

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    5. Okay, I watched The Third Man again over the weekend. And... I still don't actually like it. I can appreciate it as well-made, I can even enjoy watching it thanks to Joseph Cotten, but I just don't like it. I don't like any of the characters much, and liking/disliking characters is always what makes me like or love or dislike or be ambivilant toward a story. Also, it felt like the film as a whole was holding me off at arm's length rather than drawing me in -- not sure if it's the incongruously cheerful music or the way it seems to look down its nose at every single character, or what.

      So I appreciate the way it's made and how niftily it's shot. I thought the acting was quite good all around. But it doesn't hit my story-need buttons.

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    6. I don't necessarily need to like the characters in a movie to like the movie itself. But I'm glad I made someone watch film again. :)

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    7. Yeah, that's my own particular need for movies and books -- I can enjoy a story okay without loving the characters, but I won't really like/love a story if I don't. Took me a long time to realize exactly how important that was to me, but now it really helps me see why some movies and books grab me and some don't.

      And I did enjoy and appreciate it! So I'm glad I rewatched it. Not going to be one I watch over and over, but it was nice to revisit it.

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  10. Excellent analysis. I liked what you said about Vienna's grim and confusing appearance, and that it could never be duplicated in a studio. Also, I completely agree that Orson Welles nearly "capsizes" – great choice of word – the film with his charisma. I saw this film for the first time about a year ago, and I was kicking myself for not seeing it sooner.

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    1. Thanks you. I am a big fan of studio work. I love all these exotic adventure movies like Saigon, Calcutta or Macao which were clearly filmed on a backlot. But there are times when this is absolutely not possible. The Third Man is one of those times.

      If you liked this movie, you should check out Reed's other films if you haven't already. My next favorite one is Odd Man Out.

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  11. "What stands out most though are the constant canted camera angles, more than I have seen in any other movie. They suggest a world perpetually off-kilter, confused and out-of-joint. Nothing in Vienna is on the level."

    Ha ha, excellent! I really enjoyed this article. I completely agree with you on Cotten, Howard and everything else really. It's easy to underrate Cotten in this, he's overshadowed by Welles who gets all the build up, cool camera angles and nifty dialogue, but he gives a very nice and nuanced performance. I love Trevor Howard and Bernard Lee as well.

    It's true that Carol Reed is underrated, his 1940s stuff especially is excellent. I like The Fallen Idol almost as much as The Third Man, The Way Ahead is undeservedly obscure and Odd Man Out almost matches The Third Man for visual flair.

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    1. The cast is simply perfect. It was nice seeing Bernard Lee in a different role than M.

      I think Reed's stock has fallen considerably over the years - like Powell's and Pressburger's - because when the 60s came around they all seemed old-fashioned to some. I love The Fallen Idol and Odd Man Out is pretty much on the same level as The Third Man. I don't even know The Way Ahead. I'll try to find it.

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    2. Reed did go off the boil in the 1950s. Many of his films are interesting - Our Man in Havana, The Key, etc - but they're not on the same level as his 1940s work. If you've seen The Man Between with James Mason, it's like a watered down version of The Third Man in Berlin instead of Vienna. I don't know what happened to him, but most of his 50s-60s films just lack something.

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    3. Yes, Reed in the 40s was simply unbeatable. The review of The Man Between is on my site in case you're interested. I really like the film.

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  12. Somehow I missed that, I'll check it out.

    BTW, had you noticed that your blog isn't listed on the members list of the CMBA site?

    http://clamba.blogspot.com/p/members.html




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    1. You're right, thanks. I didn't even notice. I'm only listed on the blog roll on the right side, not on the main page. I'll let them know.

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