So, our 1001 movies quest continues (see here and here for other notable entries in this series), and today’s installment is referred to the 1945 film Laura. Now, this one was a solid, entertaining noir movie… but there isn’t much one can say about it except to watch it if you can get it on Netflix in your area. A good film, but not one that speaks to an era or about which we can draw deep philosophical conclusions*. It certainly doesn’t compare – either in cast or in writing talent, to this flick which was one of its contemporaries.
As far as I can tell, a modern viewer looking to draw conclusions from this film will note two things. The first is minor unless one is a jazz lover, and that is that the the theme song, Laura, seems to have spawned hundreds of recordings by everyone up to and including Frank Sinatra.
But the truly iconic moment comes when you realize that the bumbling, leading man-esque “boyfriend” character is none other than Vincent Price. The mustache is missing, but it’s unmistakably him. Anyone whose childhood was marked by the video for Michael Jackson’s thriller will know that Vincent Price is synonymous with late-night B-movie horror. His voice on the video wasn’t just another creepy narrator – it represented an homage to a career that became representative of cheesy horror. Heck, he was so big that he was a guest on the Muppets!
So, to see this icon prancing around as a love interest in an old noir film was as distracting as having Sauron turn up for the charity ball in a lavender suit and carrying canned goods for the poor. Perhaps it would have been all right if (MAJOR SPOILER ALERT) his character had turned out to be the murderer after all, and the dorky good-looking guy thing had been an act… but even this salve is denied the modern viewer.
To that point, of course, Price wasn’t a horror icon, but still, one must retroactively chastise everyone involved in production for not having the foresight to predict it and cast someone else. After all, having posterity write what we’ve just written about your movie probably wasn’t anyone’s intention.
Those too young to remember Price should definitely watch it, and to understand what we mean in a more relevant way, try to imagine Freddy Krueger (who has been relegated to the slots that Price used to occupy on the late night programming cheesy list) being cast as the shallow, idiotic prince in a Disney princess movie, and you’ll see what I mean.
*Intelligent readers will note that this has never stopped us before. To them we maturely stick out our tongues and make rude noises before admitting that they might possibly have a point.