Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Val Lewton's The Seventh Victim


Released in 1943, The Seventh Victim is not Val Lewton's best.  His previous films were directed by Jacques Tourneur, and now Mark Robson is at the helm, and something is missing.  Lewton’s work with Tourneur had a surreal quality which did not quite survive after RKO assigned Tourneur elsewhere.  Tourneur regretted the move, stating that his work with Lewton was a “perfect collaboration”.  Aside from The Body Snatcher, Lewton’s early work is superior to his later films.  Still, The Seventh Victim bears his distinct touch, enhanced by the uncredited final script draft he wrote for all his films.    




Schoolgirl Mary (Kim Hunter, in her first film role) learns that her only living relative, her beautiful and wealthy sister Jacqueline (Jean Brooks), is missing.  Mary travels to New York City to find out what happened.  Her inquiries lead her to Gregory Ward (Hugh Beaumont, better known as Beaver’s father), a helpful if rather slick gentleman who claims to be a paramour of the missing woman.

Several of Lewton’s regulars are present, including Tom Conway, who gives a nice performance as Dr. Louis Judd, a debonair but sinister psychiatrist with a pencil-thin mustache.  Conway had the same seedy role in The Cat People (1942) and was a player in I Walked with a Zombie (1943), Lewton’s best.  Judd leads Mary to her sister’s location, but after a brief wordless encounter, Jacqueline disappears again.  This and a hanging noose in a rented room lead to suspicions that Jacqueline is mentally disturbed.  Has she fallen victim to the loneliness and claustrophobia that can strike in the midst of a big city?  Or is there an even more sinister explanation?    

The Seventh Victim is slow getting started.  Something is missing – not just Mary’s sister, but something from the script.  Is it the usual Lewton charm of engaging bit characters and subplots?  There are some amiable Italian restaurant owners, a failed poet, and others, but they lack interest.  Or is it a general lack of menace and too much of the commonplace?  Most of the movie is bland and feels like filler.   

That said, there are redeeming qualities, as there always are in Lewton’s films.  While the indoor scenes are dull, outside it is rich in Lewton atmosphere, a shadowy, deserted city where it is always night and the few passersby are faceless men in hats and overcoats, unlikely to be of help.  Early on, a sinister late-night subway train is used to excellent effect.  A few scenes foreshadow later, better films: a slightly creepy shower scene long before Psycho, and a pre-Rosemary’s Baby use of a sinister cult of commonplace people. 

In the last fifteen minutes, The Seventh Victim becomes what it should have been throughout.  Jacqueline flees silently from shadowy pursuers through the dark streets, the quiet punctuated jarringly by a foraging dog, screeching brakes, and rowdy chorus members bursting from a theater.  Instead of blandness, the film ends with menace and sadness.  It’s a pleasant surprise, but it leaves the viewer wishing this atmosphere would permeate the entire film.

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