Night and the City

Night and the City

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From its definitive title, which succinctly encapsulates the genre’s fundamental gloominess and urbanity, to the inevitably cataclysmic end for its enterprising protagonist, Night and the City is no less than the archetypal film noir. Jules Dassin’s 1950 masterpiece was his first movie after being exiled from America for alleged communist politics, and the unpleasant ordeal seems to have infused his work with a newfound resentment and pessimism, as the film—about foolhardy scam-artist Harry Fabian (Richard Widmark) and his ill-advised attempts to become a big shot—brims with anger, anxiousness, and a shocking dose of unadulterated hatred. Few films are as wholeheartedly bleak as Night and the City (sharply adapted from Gerald Kersh’s novel by Jo Eisinger), which ignores typical noir elements (an intricate heist, a femme fatale of some dangerously sexy note) in favor of watching the wicked, weasel-like Fabian scamper about like a decapitated chicken that doesn’t realize it’s already dead. That such nihilistic nastiness is remotely entertaining is a tribute to Dassin’s frantic, expressionistic portrait of London’s sickly underworld and Richard Widmark’s hysteria-laced performance. And even then, the fact that it’s this breathlessly exhilarating is something of a small cinematic miracle.

Richard Widmark’s sweaty, chaotic face—his eyes on the brink of popping out of their sockets, and his mouth a tight, humorless line that emits a cackle like the Riddler on speed—is a reservoir of self-loathing and agitated ambition, and the director shoots his star’s maniacal mug in slashing shadows that suggest Fabian’s delusional lack of self-awareness. A two-bit crook who dreams of a life of “ease and plenty,” Fabian finds what he believes to be his ticket to the top when he persuades legendary Greco-Roman grappler Gregorius the Great (Stanislaus Zbyszko) to form a wrestling business aimed at toppling the phony pro-wrestling operation of crime boss (and Gregorius’s son) Kristo (Herbert Lom). However, as the film’s opening and closing scenes (set to Franz Waxman’s throbbing, hot-blooded score) convey, Fabian is on the run not just from those he’s screwed (a considerable segment of London’s population), but also from the cold, hard truth that he’s a minor-leaguer unfit for the lawbreaking big time. Fabian’s loyal, upstanding girlfriend Mary (Gene Tierney) is told by her friend Adam (Hugh Marlowe), a wealthy artist and cook whose domesticity is a counterpoint to Fabian’s juvenile, amateurish career of vice, that her boyfriend is “an artist without an art.” Desperate to prove Adam wrong and validate his calling as a wheeler and dealer, yet completely incapable of honest self-analysis, Fabian commits noir’s cardinal sin by striving to better his lot in life. The results, predictably, aren’t pretty.

Only a year removed from the more traditional Thieves’ Highway, Dassin’s first production abroad is dripping with symbolism, from the constrictive staircases Widmark rapidly descends (indicative of the direction Fabian’s schemes are headed) to the lethal wrestling match between Gregorius and The Strangler (a metaphor for the uselessness of Fabian’s attempts at social climbing). Just like his anti-hero, the director is obsessed with “angles,” as his frame doggedly circumscribes Fabian with astringent architecture and harrowing darkness while amplifying the mood of impending existential tragedy by refusing to present the character’s face in full light. Meanwhile, Dassin’s London is a malevolent urban nightmare, a tangled web of disorienting murkiness and dastardly double-crosses, and the metropolis’s menacing enormity—just like ruthless Silver Fox club proprietor Phil’s (Francis L. Sullivan) massive girth—forms a discordant visual and thematic contrast with Fabian’s wiry, hyper-kinetic frame. “Harry, you coulda been anything,” a despondent Mary sighs after her lover’s foolproof plans have been torn asunder, but in truth, Fabian—a man who robs and abuses Mary and callously screws over Phil’s untrustworthy entrepreneurial wife Helen (Googie Withers)—is fulfilling the only destiny he’s got. A more apt summation of this vitriolic hustler comes courtesy of the acidic Kristo, who perceptively recognizes that Fabian was “born a hustler, and you’ll die a hustler.” Fabian is confined by—and doomed to perish in—the endless night and the wicked city, and thus when Mary, working in a swanky nightclub, sings, “Here’s to tomorrow morning,” the unromantic irony is enough to make one choke.


With the exception of a few overly grainy close-ups during Fabian and Phil's daytime meeting, noir has never looked better than it does on Criterion's new Night and the City DVD. Considering the film's age, the print's minor nicks are to be expected, but more surprising is the clarity of this fantastic new full frame transfer, which reveals every detail of Dassin's smoky shadows and under-lit settings. Less impressive is the film's mono soundtrack, which suffers from an uneven balance between dialogue and score. Given the film's superb visual presentation, it's more than a bit annoying to have to turn the volume down slightly whenever Franz Waxman's thunderous score kicks into gear.


Glenn Erickson, a film scholar known on the web as the DVD Savant, provides a well-rounded commentary for this Criterion release, discussing everything from the film's passionate themes, the subtle ways in which Dassin uses symbolism to convey sexual frustration, and the director's awe-inspiring use of light and shadow. Fortunately, his enthusiasm also prevents him from sounding as stuffily erudite as most Criterion commentary track academics. A comparison of the film's two scores-Franz Waxman's melodramatic American one, and Benjamin Frankel's more subdued European one-contains footage unique to the European cut, and is a fascinating example of music's ability to shape and define scenes' tone and meaning. This short featurette is nicely complemented by an archival 1972 interview with Dassin from French television (in which he dishes dirt on Hollywood luminaries such as Joan Crawford and Elia Kazan) or a more mundane newly recorded one. The film's original theatrical trailer and an essay by film scholar Paul Arthur round out this impressive (if less than overwhelming) package.


Night and the City's desolate vision of city life is enough to make any aspiring crook head straight for the 'burbs.

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  • DVD-Video
  • Dual-Layer Disc
  • Region 1
  • Aspect Ratio
  • 1.33:1 Full Frame
  • Dolby Digital Formats
  • English 1.0 Mono
  • DTS
  • None
  • Subtitles & Captions
  • English Closed Captions
  • English Subtitles
  • Special Features
  • Audio Commentary by Glenn Erickson
  • Comparison of the British and American Releases’ Different Scores
  • New Video Interview with Jules Dassin
  • Excerpts from 1972 French interview with Jules Dassin
  • Original Theatrical Trailer
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    Release Date
    February 1, 2005
    The Criterion Collection
    95 min
    Jules Dassin
    Jo Eisinger
    Richard Widmark, Gene Tierney, Googie Withers, Hugh Marlowe, Francis L. Sullivan, Herbert Lom, Stanislaus Sbyszko, Mike Mazurki, Charles Farrell, Ken Richmond, Ada Reeve