Why anyone would actually want a career in the movies is beyond me. It’s murder. Aspiring actors queue up hoping to be one of the lucky ones, the kind with a forty-year, wrinkle-free fairy tale of a career, financial security, and maybe even an award some magical late-February night. But it ain’t in the cards for most — and I don’t mean those lucky saps who never even get their foot in the door. Hollywood is cruelest to those who actually make it; the ones who achieve a certain level of fame — the kind where you get decent billing in a few pictures and everyone from your hometown, maybe even your whole state, thinks of you as a favorite son. But when the picture business sours on you, gets suddenly fickle, and eventually passes you by, everyone still knows who you are. Only now you can’t go back. You can’t become un-famous. Anonymity is suddenly as elusive as a part in an A-list picture, and a squarejohn’s nine to five is out of the question. What are the options? Most try to hang on, taking lesser and lesser roles until somewhere along the way some vital part of them is lost and they begin to become … cheap. The list of such actors and actresses is endless, and the tremendously gifted Aldo Ray’s name — oh, whatta name — is somewhere on it. Dig his awards page on IMDb for proof: nominated for a 1952 Golden Globe as “Most Promising Male Newcomer” for the Tracy / Hepburn vehicle Pat and Mike, his second nomination twenty-five years later from the Adult Film Association of America: a “Best Actor” nod for the 1978 film Sweet Savage — Ray won that one. (And it must be noted he earned it by keeping his clothes on.)

Ray was something else: Big. Blonde. Good looking. Affable. All-American. Naval combat vet. If he punched you he’d knock your block clean off — only he’d never punch you. He was that guy. He had that hulking innocence that made a star out of Merlin Olsen decades later. He could have played Mongo in Blazing Saddles. Quentin Tarantino liked him enough to subtly name Brad Pitt’s character after him in Inglorious Basterds. Ray fell into acting sideways and Hollywood never knew exactly what to do with him. He had an offbeat, scratchy voice that didn’t quite match his looks, and though he could never quite pull it off romantically (he comes awfully close with Rita Hayworth in Miss Sadie Thompson), Ray could certainly act. His resume is a mix of character parts and leads, war films, westerns, and plenty of TV. He made one legit film noir; the subject of this essay, a role that really asked for what Ray had to offer as a performer.

Directed by Jacques Tourneur, Nightfall is thematically reminiscent of the director’s earlier canonical film Out of the Past. Made in that period of the later mid-fifties when film noir had become too damn aware of itself and was beginning to sputter out. It’s to Tourneur and cinematographer Burnett Guffey’s credit that Nightfall doesn’t get bogged down in self-awareness in the same way that, for example, another 1957 film based on Goodis, The Burglar, does. This is a spare, no frills, kiss-my-ass kind of picture that gets straight to the point and makes every one of its 78 minutes pay off. It’s not cheap though; it doesn’t shout B — everything about it is well constructed by an experienced and confident team of professionals. Guffey in particular stands out. The film’s first 20 minutes boast numerous intricate camera setups and a marvelous dolly shot, all handled so deftly you barely notice the craft. Guffey isn’t trying too hard; he lets the narrative guide his camera and the results owe less to his desire to show off than to the need for economy. It’s first-rate, virtuoso stuff.

I’m loath to compare two strikingly similar films such as Out of the Past and Nightfall; doing so is usually boring, the sort of thing best left for term papers. But there’s a parallel between the characters of Jeff Bailey and Nightfall’s Jim Vanning that is far too extra-referential not to pick at: the way both meet the audience, and how setting is used to manipulate our first impression. This notion of the first impression (and how it plays out in the big picture) is one of the more fascinating aspects of noir character development; it never gets the discussion it deserves. In these movies entrances matter; pay attention to them. Here are two movies that play the old noir saw of the unshakeable past. Both feature a male protagonist on the lam from his former self — which gives Tourneau the chance to fiddle with the notion of personal responsibility. It’s in the great outdoors that we first encounter Out of the Past’s Jeff Bailey: trying to lure fish from a cool mountain lake, a stunning girl-next-door waiting for him on the bank. We get to know Bailey even before we first see him, his name is plastered all over the service station he owns, and the town might as well be on a postcard. Bailey smells like  one of the lucky ones in post-war America — he has the looks, the car, the place, the girl.

As for Nightfall, Jim Vanning’s first appearance is handled quite differently: we first see him on the neon splashed streets of Los Angeles, tip-toeing from corner to corner, paranoid, nervous. He lights a cigarette and glances over his shoulder. This is a man who has done something, we think. He must have a reason to be this afraid. Yet Tourneau has fooled us, Vanning’s just an innocent victim of dumb luck. While back at the lake, Bailey has it all and doesn’t really deserve any of it. That's where Tourneau sets us up and knocks us over. First impressions. Expectations. Conditioning. Our response to each hero and each predicament would be different if we knew from the get-go how much each guy had it coming. Here's a director who's at his best when he lets his story tell little white lies — and he recognizes that in masking the truth about his characters he turns the contrasting flashback into a real punch in the gut. In this stuff Tourneau stood by himself.

Nightfall again. In most good crime pictures the quality of the dialog is on par with the story. Not so here. The dialog — witty, sharp, if admittedly not-quite hard-boiled — is just better. There’s a great deal to enjoy in Nightfall, though it takes some suspension of disbelief to get there. The dramatic thrust of the film, not to mention its underpinnings as a noir, revolves around the characters being in the wrong place at the wrong time — and not just Aldo Ray’s Jim Vanning, but all of them: Anne Bancroft’s Marie and even Nightfall’s superb villains, played by Brian Keith and the terrifying Rudy Bond. The story is a mish-mash of circumstance, twist, and chronology that defies summary — so I won’t bother with one. The plot is surely contrived, never has there been a movie that relied so heavily on one of its characters being a physician. It may seem trivial, but it’s a critical plot point and the movie tanks without it — it’s just an awfully hard pill to swallow. But in the end, if you’re a film noir fan you realize that it’s not what happens that makes these movies so great, it’s how our heroes respond, and how the filmmakers choose to share it with us that makes the noir film so endlessly fascinating. In the case of Nightfall, the actors and the filmmakers come through. 

Nightfall (1957)

Directed by Jacques Tourneur
Produced by Ted Richmond

Story by David Goodis
Screenplay by Sterling Silliphant

Cinematography by Burnett Guffey

Art Direction by Ross Bellah

Starring Aldo Ray, Anne Bancroft, Brian Keith, and Rudy Bond

Released by Columbia Pictures

Running time: 78 minutes.


  1. I saw this great movie in the 80's at a "private screening". A friend had a wonderful collection of 16 & some 35mm films~each week he'd show a new treasure. I saw my first Borzages, Stahls, rare La Cava's (like the wonderful Bed of Roses) there. I remember loving this film(also a Tourneur called Great Day in the Morning). Thanks so much for reminding me of this classic. I really want to see it again!

  2. Terrific piece. Interesting observations on Aldo Ray and the actors like him that made it, sort of. I especially like this:

    "Hollywood is cruelest to those who actually make it, who achieve a certain level of fame — the kind where you get top billing in a few pictures and everyone from your home town, even your whole state, thinks of you as a favorite son. But when the picture business sours on you, turns fickle, and eventually passes you by, everyone still knows who you are — you can’t go back, you can’t become un-famous. Anonymity is as elusive as a part in an A-list picture, and a squarejohn’s nine to five job is impossible. What are the options?"

    Excellent post, thanks.

  3. Thanks for the warm words Jacqueline!

  4. It's a good thing they put Ann Bancroft's name next to that picture of her on the poster. Otherwise, I'd have had no idea it was supposed to be her!

  5. I love "Out of the Past" but I missed this one.
    P.S. The header is awesome!

  6. Hey Mark,

    Making the LAMB rounds and here I am. Very well written article, especially enjoyed your blend of research, editorial and observations. So true regarding the Hollywood machine, I've known more than a handful of people who just keep clawing away at the mountain (bless them for their efforts) but at the end of the day, at the end of a very long career 'trying' most realize it was a thankless journey of almost and maybe, should have been but wasn't. I'm not suggesting we NOT try -- just the opposite. keep trying. I'ts what I do every day but reality sets in sometimes like concrete hip boots and sometimes, not every day, those boots get pretty heavy.

    Above the Line: Practical Movie Reviews

  7. Hey Mark,

    I wanted to let you know about the "Trip To The Moon" Blog-A-Thon happening at on the week of November 29th, in honour of the re-launch of the 1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die Blog Club.

    Whether you want to join the Film Club, merely want to participate in the reviewing of George Méliès' "A Trip To The Moon" (1902) aka Le voyage dans la lune, or just read and discuss, feel free to swing by and learn more about the event.

    As for the club itself, the address is simple:

    Squish, of Filmsquish

  8. Hello Mark,

    I am new to this site, a now retired motion picture theatre manager who was first starting out in the theatre that opened NIGHTFALL (which I now have in my collection) when it was first released. I immediately loved it and now, happily it has been exhumed, polished and put on public display.