Audrey Totter |
Totter and Robert Taylor, up to their necks in noir |
My favorite Totter film is Lady in the Lake, perhaps the strangest of the Raymond Chandler adaptations--at least until Robert Altman happened along. The film stars Robert Montgomery, who also directed, so he may be responsible for some of the strangeness. Two of the odd features are relatively minor: the movie is set at Christmastime (the opening credits feature carols and Christmas cards) and Philip Marlowe is both a P.I. and an aspiring writer. (Everyone secretly wants to be a mystery writer, even characters in mysteries.)
The film's major oddity is that, for the bulk of its running time, the camera takes the place of Marlowe. We see what he sees and only see Marlowe when he chances to look at a reflective surface. Some sources claim that this gimmick was intended as a substitute for the distinctive first-person voice of the novel. If so, it was an odd choice, as it did nothing to replicate Marlowe's voice that a simple voice-over couldn't have done better. In fact, it makes the movie so static that it could be called a barely-movie. It also put a lot of pressure on the supporting cast, who had to play directly to the camera. Totter headed that group and so had most of the close-ups. Luckily, she could handle them.
Totter from Lady in the Lake, Philip Marlowe (Robert Montgomery) seen as hand (left) and reflection in the mirror |
Though not entirely successful, Lady in the Lake will be around for a while, in part because it's the novel's only film adaptation, in part because it was so experimental. So Totter, who died during the Christmas season, will be seen in her prime amidst the trappings of Christmas for years to come.
Totter's death prompted a couple of thoughts. One is that a life as long as hers makes the person in question seem almost like a time traveler. Woodrow Wilson was president when she was born, an amazing thing. Her Lake co-star, Robert Montgomery, who had a relatively long life for a World War II veteran, died in 1981, thirty-two years ago. John Garfield, of Postman fame, who had a relatively short life (thirty-nine years), died in 1952, sixty-one years ago. By his standards, Totter was granted two lifetimes and was eighteen years into a third.
The other thought is one more appropriate to this day, a day given over to life assessments and future dreams. It is that any person working in a creative field, be it a femme fatale actress or a mystery writer, will be lucky to be remembered. That person will be luckier still if his or her work lives on for a time. My toast tonight will be that all of our best work will!