Monday, June 24, 2024

Don't Make a Scene: Sweet Smell of Success

The Story: The location: a snake-pit disguised as a club table at "21". And newspaper columnist J.J. Hunsecker is the King Cobra.
 
This is another of the "Classic Scene" features from the old "Premiere" Magazine, which could always be counted on to choose an interesting "moment in time" (per James Stewart's phrase) depicted in the film-world, this one—as the magazine described—from a screenplay that was famed for its corrosive dialogue and for some of the nastiest late-night denizens Hollywood has ever produced."

It's Sweet Smell of Success, from the short novel by Ernest Lehman (based on his time working for a New York publicist, Irving Hoffman), which was first published in the April, 1950 issue of Cosmopolitan Magazine as "Tell Me About it Tomorrow!" (as a result Hoffman wouldn't speak to Lehman for a year). Ironically enough, it was a laudatory piece by Hoffman in The Hollywood Reporter that first garnered attention to Lehman from the Hollywood studios.

By the time the story's rights-holders Hecht-Hill-Lancaster were getting around to filming, Lehman had established enough clout to produce and direct it, despite misgivings from the production company's distributor, United Artists. Director Alexander McKendrick (Whiskey Galore!, The Man in the White Suit, The Ladykillers), who had made a name for himself making films for the recently-sold Ealing Studios, was chosen (despite making a success in England, McKendrick was American). Lehman, at some point, dropped out of writing the screenplay with him and McKendrick chose Clifford Odets to work on the screenplay, which he did, sometimes turning in script pages the day of filming.
 
I'm not a fan of Odets' writing. It tries "too hard" to be clever to the point where sometimes it's bizarrely artificial (I need only point to the line from this movie where Lancaster's Hunsecker tells Tony Curtis' Falco he's "a cookie made of arsenic."—I ask you, who talks like that?). But, one can't deny the power of this little scene of shifting loyalties and attempting to avoid the klieg light glare of vindictive columnist J.J. Hunsecker. Cockroaches always run from a light and that's what Hunsecker thinks of people, toying with them, insinuating, making his guests—invited or not—uncomfortable.

It's that shifting dynamic of Hunsecker and his victims that makes the scene so interesting and fascinating to watch.

Sweet Smell of Success was voted into the National Film Registry in 1993.

The Set-Up: Sidney Falco (Tony Curtis) is a low-level press agent in New York City trying to make it big. To further his career, he has promised to find out information for powerful columnist J.J. Hunsecker (Burt Lancaster), whom he is trying to contact at one of the man's "haunts"—the "21" Club—where he is seated with some other denizens trying to get his attention—and maybe a mention in his column, The Agent (Jay Adler), The Senator (William Forrest), and The Girl (Autumn Russell).

Be careful what you wish for.
 
Action.
 
As the girl, shrugging, puts through the call, CAMERA moves closer to Sidney in the booth. He hears the connection made, speaks at once. 
SIDNEY (to phone) J.J.? It's me -- 
We are close enough to the instrument to hear the sound of a voice on the other end. Though the words are not distinguishable, it is quite clear that the speaker is not talking to the phone. Sidney seems to relax, as if this is something that happens often. He waits, studying his manicured fingertips... Presently Sidney hears the voice on the other end become clearer. 
It asks: "Yes?" CAMERA moves closer as Sidney says: 
SIDNEY J.J., it's Sidney. 
SIDNEY
Can you come outside for one minute? 
Hunsecker's voice, filtered through the sound of the telephone, is sharp and tiny; but the words are now very clear. 
HUNSECKER (O.S.) Can I come out? No. 
SIDNEY (tensely) I have to talk to you, alone, J.J., that's why. 
HUNSECKER (O.S.) You had something to do for me - you didn't do it. 
SIDNEY Can I come in for a minute? 
HUNSECKER (O.S.) No. You're dead, son - get yourself buried! 
There is a click as Hunsecker hangs up. 
Sidney, more slowly, also hangs up. 
Brooding, he comes out of the booth. 
INT. TWENTY ONE CLUB - LOUNGE 
Sidney comes out of the door to the phone booths,
walks through the lounge to the hallway. He turns towards the dining room. 
INT. HALLWAY 
BARFLY Sidney...
SIDNEY Later...
Sidney comes to the door into the dining room, CAMERA tracking with him. Here he pauses, looking towards... 
HUNSECKER From Sidney's viewpoint. Hunsecker is seated at a table which is cleverly his habitual position. We see him only in semi-back view, a broad and powerful back. He is listening to a man who has paused at his table, stooping over Hunsecker to whisper in his ear. As the columnist listens, his hands play with an omni-present pad and pencil which lie on the dinner table amongst an assortment of envelopes, mimeographed sheets and a telephone. Beyond Hunsecker and the man talking to him are the SENATOR, the AGENT, and an attractive, if fatuous GIRL. 
HUNSECKER I'll check it in the morning, Low - thanks. 
The man leaves; 
Hunsecker is scribbling a note on the pad. Meanwhile the Senator whispers something to the girl, who giggles softly. 
REVERSE ANGLE Sidney comes across to the table, nervous but deliberate. 
CAMERA PULLS BACK to include Hunsecker in foreground. Sidney, without accosting him, stands a few feet from the columnist's elbow and deliberately lights a cigarette.
Hunsecker, barely turning his head, sees him. We have heard of Hunsecker as a monster, but he is evidently in a mild phase of his metabolism, for he seems gentle, sad and quiet, as he turns his gaze casually to the Senator, totally ignoring the young man who stands behind him. 
HUNSECKER (softly) Harvey, 
HUNSECKER (softly)
I often wish I were deaf and wore a hearing aid...
HUNSECKER (softly)
with a simple flick of a switch I could shut out the greedy murmur of little men... 
SIDNEY A close shot. Sidney shows no reaction to this insult. He steps in closer, an Indian fixity in his face. 
SIDNEY J.J., I need your ear for two minutes... 
REVERSE ANGLE Shooting across Sidney, onto Hunsecker. J.J. turns - but not to Sidney. He raises his hand in a small gesture which summons a passing Captain, who steps into picture at Sidney's elbow. 
HUNSECKER Mac! I don't want this man at my table... 
SIDNEY (quickly but quietly interrupting) I have a message from your sister. 
The Captain is already there.
But now Hunsecker's eyes have switched to Sidney's face.
For the briefest of moments, nothing happens.
Then Hunsecker, seeming to relax and ignoring the Captain whom he has summoned, turns back to casual conversation with the Senator as if nothing had happened. 
HUNSECKER Forgive me, Harvey. We were interrupted before - 
In foreground, Sidney turns to the Captain with a carved smile, indicating that Hunsecker's change of topic is to be interpreted as sanction for Sidney to remain. 
The Captain, not entirely convinced, retreats. 
Sidney finds himself a chair, places it and takes a seat which is near enough to the table to establish his presence. During this: 
SENATOR (who is mildly surprised and faintly embarrassed) Err...the Supreme Court story, I was telling you - Justice Black. 
HUNSECKER (nodding) Yes, the Justice, that's right. But I think you had it in the column. 
SIDNEY (smoothly, casually) Last July, the lead item... 
Sidney's interjection is quietly well-mannered. Hunsecker totally ignores it. The other members of the party are a little astonished at the interplay. 
The girl, in particular, is fascinated; she clearly admires Sidney's looks. The Senator, noting this, glances at Sidney, accepting the point: 
SENATOR (laughing) And I believe that's precisely where I read it, too. You see, J.J., where I get my reputation for being the best-informed man in Washington. 
HUNSECKER Now don't kid a kidder. 
THE SENATOR, THE GIRL, AND THE AGENT 
The girl looks again towards Sidney. The Senator again sees this, addresses Sidney pleasantly. 
SENATOR I don't think we caught your name, young man. 
REVERSE ANGLE Group shot. The Senator in foreground, Sidney beyond Hunsecker in background, and the others on edge of shot. 
SIDNEY Sidney Falco, sir. And, of course, everyone knows and admires you, Senator Walker. 
SENATOR (humorously) Every four years I get less convinced of that.
SENATOR
This young lady is Miss Linda James. (indicates the Girl)
SENATOR
She's managed by Manny Davis. (he indicates the Agent) 
SIDNEY AND HUNSECKER 
Sidney nods pleasantly to the Girl and the Agent. 
SIDNEY I know Manny Davis. 
HUNSECKER (quietly) Everyone knows Manny Davis... 
HUNSECKER
(as the phone rings on the table) ...except MRS. Manny Davis. 
Hunsecker is picking up the phone, continuing: 
HUNSECKER Yes? Go ahead, Billy - shoot... 
REVERSE ANGLE To intercut with the above. 
The Senator, the Agent and the Girl watching Hunsecker. The Agent's reaction to Hunsecker's remark is a sickly smile. 
RESUME HUNSECKER He repeats aloud a story which is told him over the telephone. 
HUNSECKER Uh huh. Sports cars in California are getting smaller and smaller...the other day you were crossing Hollywood Boulevard and you were hit by one...you had to go to the hospital and have it removed...
HUNSECKER
(coolly) You're not following the column: I had it last week. 
During the speech, CAMERA eases back to include Sidney again. 
At the end, Sidney looks up in the direction of the Senator. 
SIDNEY Do you believe in capital punishment, Senator? 
RESUME REVERSE ANGLE The Senator, amused, asks: 
SENATOR Why? 
RESUME HUNSECKER AND SIDNEY 
Sidney glances sidelong at Hunsecker. 
SIDNEY (pointing to the phone) A man has just been sentenced to death... 
Hunsecker's face hardens; aware of Sidney's impertinence, he does not design to react directly; he turns towards the Agent. 
HUNSECKER Manny, what exactly are the UNSEEN gifts of this lovely young thing...
HUNSECKER ...
that you manage...? 
THE AGENT AND THE GIRL 
The Agent glances uneasily at the Girl beside him. 
AGENT Well, she sings a little...you know, sings... 
GIRL (by rote) Manny's faith in me is simply awe-inspiring, Mr. Hunsecker. Actually, I'm still studying, but - 
RESUME HUNSECKER 
He studies the Girl intently. 
HUNSECKER What subject? 
RESUME THE AGENT AND THE GIRL
GIRL Singing, of course...straight concert and - 
RESUME HUNSECKER 
Hunsecker's glance flicks between the Girl and the Senator. 
HUNSECKER Why "of course"? It might, for instance, be politics... 
As the Girl betrays herself with a nervous glance at the Senator beside her, CAMERA eases back to include him. The Senator is unruffled; gravely, he lights a cigar. 
The Girl laughs. 
GIRL Me? 
MANNY Well, you see, J. J...
GIRL
I mean "I"? Are you kidding, Mr. Hunsecker? With my Jersey City brains? 
RESUME HUNSECKER 
Again his glance links the Girl and the Senator. 
HUNSECKER The brains may be Jersey City, but the...
HUNSECKER
...clothes are Trainor-Norell. 
THE SENATOR, THE AGENT AND THE GIRL 
The Girl and the Agent are both nervously uneasy. The Senator closely examines the tip of his cigar and, with deliberation, turns towards Sidney. 
SENATOR Are you an actor, Mr. Falco? 
GIRL (supporting the change of subject) That's what I was thinking.
GIRL
Are you, Mr. Falco? 
SIDNEY AND HUNSECKER 
Hunsecker, for the first time, half-turns in Sidney's direction, amused. 
HUNSECKER How did you guess it, Miss James? 
RESUME THE AGENT, THE GIRL AND THE SENATOR 
They all look at Sidney. 
GIRL He's so pretty, that's how. 
RESUME SIDNEY AND HUNSECKER 
Sidney bitterly resents the adjective, but contrives to hide the fact; he smiles, gracefully accepting the compliment. Hunsecker (who knows what Sidney feels) is pleased; he turns towards Sidney expansively. 
HUNSECKER Mr. Falco, let it be said at once, is a man of FORTY faces, not one, 
HUNSECKER ...
none too pretty and ALL deceptive. 
HUNSECKER
See that grin? It's the charming street urchin's face. 
HUNSECKER
It's part of his "helpless" act - he throws himself on your mercy. 
HUNSECKER I skip the pleading nervous bit that sometimes blends over into bluster. The moist grateful eye is a favorite face with him - it frequently ties in with the act of boyish candor: he's talking straight from the heart, get it? 
HUNSECKER
He's got about half-a-dozen faces for the ladies, 
HUNSECKER
but the one I like, the real cute one to me 
HUNSECKER
...is the quick dependable chap - nothing he won't do for you in a pinch. 
HUNSECKER
At least, so he says! 
HUNSECKER
Tonight Mr. Falco, whom I did not invite to sit at this table, is about to show in his last and most pitiful role: pale face with tongue hanging out. In brief, gentlemen and Jersey Lilly, the boy sitting with us 
HUNSECKER
...is a hungry press agent and fully up to all the tricks...
HUNSECKER
...of his very slimy trade! 
Hunsecker has started his speech lightly, but it has built up to enough cold contempt and feeling to embarrass and intimidate the others at the table. 
In conclusion, Hunsecker, his eyes on Sidney, picks up a cigarette and waits expectantly... 
HUNSECKER (quietly) Match me, Sidney...

 
Words by Clifford Odets and Ernest Lehman (and Alexander Mackendrick)
 
 
The Sweet Smell of Success is available on DVD from M-G-M Home Entertainment and The Criterion Collection.

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