THE CAPTIVE CITY (1952)

For Robert Wise’s 1952 The Captive City, former Time magazine scribe Alvin Josephy adapted his own short story of a crusading editor who discovers the big city rackets have quietly taken hold in his small corner of the world. The editor, Jim Austin, is played by television icon John Forsythe (Bachelor Father, Charlie's Angels, Dynasty); while the wife / Cloris Leachman doppleganger is Joan Camden. Astute viewers may recognize her from Gunfight at the O.K. Corral. The story is told through flashbacks, and features a unique opening frame with the U.S. Senator from Tennessee, Estes Kefauver, speaking directly to the audience. Kefauver warns audiences to be vigilant, and reminds them that organized crime is an ever-expanding enterprise from which not even the smallest communities are safe. Ironically, Kefauver didn’t get much traction as a racket buster, but he sure kicked the stuffing out of the comic book industry…

The bulk of The Captive City is concerned not only with the obstacles Jim Austin must overcome to root out the corruption, but the lethargic response of the townspeople and their willingness to accept organized crime as part of their daily existence. What makes The Captive City interesting as a film noir is that the town's inability to get behind Austin doesn't come from fear of mafia violence or shakedowns, but instead from their acceptance of gambling and graft as necessary — in some cases welcome — part of modern life. The film's mood of wholesale cynicism is one of the most unrelenting in all of film noir.

The only murder victims in the film are two supporting characters who come forward in an effort to stem the corruption. Stepping outside the narrative, it's much more interesting to consider how the filmmakers chose to present these characters: both have fallen from the town’s social graces and seem to be the most maladjusted townspeople in the movie — a broken down and discredited investigator who is forced to take divorce work in order to pay the bills, and the drunken ex-wife of the city's head bookmaker. In the gray world of film noir the film asks us to carefully consider their motives for coming forward. Are they concerned citizens who care about their civic duty, or are they revenge-seekers with an axe to grind? Regardless of their personal agendas, it's made clear that their collective inability to fit in and conform to the city’s general culture of malaise gets them both killed.

Throughout the picture Jim Austin encounters ordinary people who tell him to mind his own business: his business partner, advertisers, cops, and even his wife — after being confronted in the street. His pup photographer takes a beating, and only then does the boy’s mother decide to give Austin a piece of her mind. The film does very little to dispel the general attitude that crime is an inescapable fact of modern life, as common as a newspaper tossed into the rosebush or flies getting in through the screen door — inevitable, but little more than an everyday annoyance.

There isn’t a moment in the picture that shows the negative effects of this underlying corruption has on the citizenry. In fact, the only characters who sustain harm are those that come forward. This unrepentantly bleak outlook is reinforced at the end of the film when the viewer is surprisingly denied the chance to share in the hero’s success. As Jim Austin finally arrives in Washington DC to testify at the senate hearings, Robert Wise chooses to shut us out, and quite literally slams the door in the viewer's face, not offering admittance to the hearing chambers. We are even denied the smaller pleasure of seeing the gangsters who doggedly chased the Austins across the country “get theirs,” instead, they vanish back into the DC crowds, forgotten by the film. The film fails to deliver the necessary Hollywood ending, instead leaving us with the empty message of Kefauver, who offers only the reassurance that the real Jim Austin is out there somewhere, anonymous but “still alive.” Although at its heart The Captive City is an exposé picture, its bleak world view, extraordinary cynicism, and pervasive malaise make it a quintessential film noir.

One final note: It’s worth pointing out that poster for The Captive City, a film that deals with the Italian mafia, clearly anticipates the artwork of the dust jacket and movie poster for The Godfather by almost twenty years.

The Captive City (1952)

Director: Robert Wise

Screenplay: Alvin Josephy

Starring: John Forsythe, Joan Camden, Harold Kennedy, Victor Sutherland, Marjorie Crossland, and Ray Teal.

Released by: United Artists

Running time: 90 minutes