Hangover Square (1945)

User Rating:

7.5/10   

Director:

John Brahm

Writers:

Barré Lyndon (screenplay)
Patrick Hamilton (novel)

Release Date:

29 October 1945 (Sweden)

Genre:

Crime | Drama | Horror | Thriller

Tagline:

THE SCREEN'S MOST Terrifying LOVE STORY! EXCITING MYSTERY AND STRANGE EMOTION! (original print ad - mostly caps)

Plot:

A promising classical musician finds his life poisoned by a music hall dancer -- and by the strange gaps in his memory.

Plot Keywords:

Black Out | Doctor | Piano | Scotland Yard | Singer

Cast

Laird Cregar	...	George Harvey Bone
Linda Darnell	...	Netta Longdon
George Sanders	...	Dr. Allan Middleton
Glenn Langan	...	Eddie Carstairs
Faye Marlowe	...	Barbara Chapman
Alan Napier	...	Sir Henry Chapman

Runtime:

77 min

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Black and White

Aspect Ratio:

1.37 : 1

Sound Mix:

Mono (Western Electric Recording)

Certification:

Finland:K-16 | Sweden:15 | USA:Approved (certificate #10426)

Company:

Twentieth Century-Fox Film Corporation

Trivia:

This was Laird Cregar's last film.

Quotes:

[first lines]
Street Vendor: Look! It's old Ogilby's place!

Movie Connections:

Referenced in The Saddest Music in the World (2003)

Soundtrack:

Why Do They Wake Me Up So Early in the Morning?

Cregar! Cregar!

Hangover Square is the last film Laird Cregar made in his brief, remarkable career. Freely adapted from Patrick Hamilton's novel, it was directed by John Brahm, photographed by Joseph LaShelle, and features a memorably thunderous score by Bernard Herrmann. Like the previous year's The Lodger, also a Cregar-Brahm collaboration, this is a killer on the loose in Victorian London movie. Aside from some fancily shot scenes early on, this would not in itself be an extraordinary film but for Cregar's portrayal of the lead character, a man who murders when he hears loud, sudden noises. In his quieter moments the man is, of all things, a composer!

There are many fine scenes in this film but it's basically Cregar's show from start to finish, and he does not disappoint. His performance is so brilliant, empathetic, nuanced, and for all the melodrama, utterly believable, that it's impossible not to focus on him at the expense of the rest of the movie.

Perhaps the best way to describe Cregar's acting style here is to imagine A Streetcar Named Desire being performed entirely inside someone's mind, with the characters of Stanley and Blanche being played by the same actor, in a Victorian setting, disguised as a murder story. One wonders where Cregar found the inspiration for such work. He was one of the greatest actors to ever grace the screen, and one of the most enigmatic. American-born, he tended to play Brits. Unlike his fellow American Anglophile actor and friend, Vincent Price, he had no education to speak of. Within a span of less than five years he went from supporting player to star. In this movie he is top-billed over Fox hottie Linda Darnell. Not too shabby for a morbidly obese man several inches over six feet in height who, while still in his twenties, was playing men well into their forties.

Cregar had a way of making even accomplished co-stars like Cedric Hardwicke and George Sanders look like amateurs by comparison. He wasn't even trying to. One should watch his films to see what a great actor is like. His roles weren't always great, but he was. Forget Sean Penn and his tantrums, or Meryl Streep's mannered Yale Drama School flair for accents. Cregar was the real deal. The only American actor I can think of who could give him a run for his money would be Brando. Sadly, Cregar was as tormented as he was gifted, was full of self-hatred, for a variety of reasons, and went on a crash diet after completing this film in the hope of becoming a romantic leading man. But he lost the weight so fast it killed him. He was twenty-eight years old.