A Crop of Uninhibited Talent Has a Field Day in Caged
The grandmother of all subsequent women prison dramas,
1950’s Caged fittingly was produced
at Warner Brothers, as the tough, uncompromising nature found in the studio’s
bread-and-butter genre, the gangster film is evident throughout this prime
example from its sister genre. Director John Cromwell, screenwriter Virginia
Kellogg, cinematographer Carl E. Guthrie (who knows exactly how to compose all
those shadowy prison bars) and a truly incredible cast proudly maintain a rich
melodrama flair throughout, which somehow proves more powerful and
unforgettable than a realistic depiction of the events might have- every one of
the movie’s many conflicts are delineated with a vividness that makes it
difficult to pick out one most memorable moment, as nearly every scene features
a dramatic highlight that would serve as the sole, buzzy “remember that scene?”
topper for many other classic movies. However, the film does attempt to make
viewers aware of the serious problems and injustices found in the prison system
at the time in an intelligent, straightforward manner which, along with the
film’s more sensational aspects, helps the sharp Caged remain relevant and riveting viewing.
Cromwell proves masterful at guiding his strong ensemble; the veteran director instinctively seems to know when to offer a trenchant close-up showcasing a great moment, or when to emphasize a more subtle approach in order to feature each player at her thespian best. Cromwell also does a great job setting up exciting showcase scenes such as the “girls gone wild” cell block riot. Kellogg makes an equally valuable contribution with a smart screenplay featuring solid, entertainingly florid dialogue (“Kindly omit flowers” is one of many killer lines) and scenes illustrating Kellogg’s substantial gift for creating arresting plot points which grant the players a treasure trove of unforgettable moments to play, which they do with sublime verve (each cast member deserve a pardon for knocking her role out of the cell).
Eleanor Parker had slowly worked
her way up the ranks at Warners during the previous decade but, despite several
prime assignments, including a very interesting, underrated take on Mildred in
the 1946 version of Of Human Bondage, by
1950 she was still waiting for the major career breakthrough Caged would afford her. Parker took a
risk accepting the role of Marie Allen, as there was an unknown variable
concerning how much critics and the public would rate and embrace the
heretofore largely uncharted subject matter, but she must have recognized one of the
richest character arcs available to an actress when she perused the script, and
Parker admirably ran with it, resulting in a Best Actress prize at the Venice
Film Festival and a well-deserved Oscar nomination in a legendarily competitive
year. Parker masterfully employs a quavering voice and nervous, wide-eyed quality
at the outset, as the naïve 19-year-old Marie finds herself put away after
serving as an accessory to her husband’s robbery, then shifts gears as the
policies and politics of the system wear Marie down and she becomes more
immoveable. But before that, Parker handles Marie’s riveting emotional
outbursts in astounding fashion (just as she would ace her highly dramatic
role, and gain another Oscar nod, in the following year’s Detective Story) and due to Parker’s committed, convincing playing,
the audience is pulling for Marie to come up aces throughout the film.
As Evelyn Harper, the calm-yet-caustic
prison matron, the imposing Hope Emerson has a rare talent of making every line
sound like a sneer, and she’s pretty magnificent at portraying each of her
character’s vicious actions with a disturbingly sedate vindictiveness. Evelyn
could serve as a blueprint for all the subsequent depictions of cold nasty
pieces of work overseeing inmates (paging Nurse Ratched), but Emerson adds
great originally to her meaty role by often playing the character with a cool
detachment, signifying Harper is completely confident of how much power she
wields, and of the ignoble, unorthodox methods she can employ to keep these
gals in line. Emerson’s deliberately casual playing of such a rotten tomato actually
makes her even creepier and more formidable than a more aggressive approach, as
Harper appears to be able to effortlessly work the system to her advantage
while wreaking havoc on her supervised environment and the prison system in
general, without being hindered by attributes such as scruples or feelings of
guilt regarding her tyrannical actions.
In most films these two
performances would dominant the other players, but Caged proves to be an all-timer in regards to perfect casting. One
tagline on the film’s poster (also found in the movie’s trailer) mentions “a
brilliant cast you’ll long remember,” and in this case the hype is apt. Over
seventy years on, it’s amazing to watch so many performers make such a strong
impression- the film is a feast for high-powered emoting, offering a wealth of
colorful, multi-faceted roles, and the cast rises to the occasion in each
instance. In some cases, such as Gertrude Michaels (the likable waitress Joan
Crawford befriends in the previous year’s
Flamingo Road) as a well-to-do inmate who goes stir-crazy in one of the
most vivid early scenes, or Lee Patrick as Elvira, the powerful vice queen who
takes a very clear shine to Mary (Elvira is one of the more forthright
portrayals of a lesbian found in an American film up to that time), their
perceptive work in against-type casting is so different than their other lighter
roles one may feel compelled to double-check the cast list to confirm their
involvement in Caged.
Agnes Moorehead gives one her most controlled and intelligent performances as Ruth Benton, the prison superintendent working hard to make a better life for the inmates. Moorehead does a great job at illustrating the strength of character that drives Ruth to take on the bureaucratic red tape (and the men behind it) hindering progress, or to challenge Evelyn’s nefarious agendas as Ruth tries hard to give a well-earned sack to Harper, but she also suggests the resignation and compromise involved in such a demanding job. Ruth has to pick her battles, and although she demonstrates a caring nature towards the inmates, Moorehead makes it clear Ruth understands there’s not room for a sentimental demeanor in her position- she has to stay as tough as her foes to have any hope of achieving positive change for the prison.
Jan Sterling offers some welcome
lighter moments as Smoochie, the easy-going, wisecracking prostitute who
relates her letters home from mother, and the audience eagerly looks forward to
each of her “I got news for ya” utterings as Smoochie comments on the action
and her fellow inmates various personalities. As the sad-but-hopeful June, Olive
Deering, with her low voice and melancholy eyes, conveys a haunting presence
that is hard to shake off, even years after viewing (when I watch The Ten Commandments, as soon as Deering
appears, thoughts of June in Caged spring
to mind). Gertrude Hoffman as the oldest and sagest inmate has a very
satisfying moment challenging the bullying Harper (you believe this “lifer” is
up to the task of cutting the evil matron down to size, thanks to Hoffman’s sedate-yet-ominous
tone that proves an ideal match to Harper’s calm malevolence) and, in a larger
role as the awesomely-named Kitty Stark, a leader among the inmates, Betty
Garde has an equally memorable confrontation with the tormenting Harper that
makes one want to cheer (I would love to catch a showing of Caged with a packed house of
appreciative fans). Smaller roles are filled by the likes of no less than Ellen
Corby and Jane Darwell, indicating just how rich the field of players was for
this once-in-a-lifetime cast.
Many women-in-prison-peril movies have
followed, but rarely in this distinct film genre (or any other) has a cast made
an impact with the potency the talented roster of players in Caged manages. Drawing an audience in
from the first scene as the innocent Marie is indoctrinated into her brutal new
world, Caged never lets down during
its mesmerizing 96 minutes, thanks to the resolute efforts of Cromwell, Kellogg
and an astonishing cast clearly intent on revealing every facet driving their characters’
actions, leading a to a wealth of grim but extremely compelling scenes. Other
films of its era may be regarded in a more respectable light as a venerated
classic movie, but few have dated less or offer such a richly rewarding viewing
experience as the down-and-dirty, take-no-prisoners Caged.