Road House 1948

First off, I wanna say that the road house depicted in Road House is AWESOME. It’s low-ceilinged, built like a log cabin. There’s a bowling alley, a bar, a sporting goods store, and Ida Lupino playing piano. This is the coolest (fictional) joint west of Chicago. Now if it wasn’t for the tension between its manager and owner, Jefty’s Road House would be perfect.

After Richard Widmark struck it big with Kiss of Death and Street With No Name, Ida Lupino personally requested that he play in Road House, which was her star vehicle. He essentially plays a variation of Tommy Udo, with the psychotic tendencies clicked down a few notches. But ho boy does he resurrect that beautiful, unnerving laugh from hell. Road House, directed by Jean Negulesco (Mask of Dimitrios), has a simple story infused with brilliant dialogue and heaps of noir aesthetics. Man, I really love this sharp little movie.

The story revolves around a classic love triangle. Sharp-tongued Lili Stevens (Lupino) is hired to sing and play piano at Jefty’s Road House by Jefty himself, played by Widmark. He initially hires her because he wants to jump her bones, but once he hears her sing like a goddamn angel, he knows he’s found a goldmine. The usual crowd doubles and soon the bar is swamped with patrons eager to hear Lili belt out a few numbers in that sultry, smoky voice that brings men to their knees.

The manager of the road house is Pete Morgan (Cornel Wilde), a no-nonsense cat who’s seen Jefty’s infatuations shift like the tides. Off the bat, he thinks Lili will be outta there in a week, after Jefty’s desire wears off. In one truly remarkable scene, Lili lets Pete know she ain’t going nowhere till here contract is up and she’s taken “every rotten dime” that’s owed her. Lupino really gives a knockout performance here. Femme fatale she is not. Much like Lupino offscreen, you can’t pigeonhole Lili .

After some initial friction, Lili and Pete become lovers. When Jefty returns from a hunting trip and catches wind of their romance, he goes into full on Tommy Udo mode. He frames Pete on a trumped-up charge and then, in a ingeniously despicable turn of events, has the judge order him to be under his care. Pete becomes a prisoner of Jefty.

He can’t leave the state, he cant’ strike out at Jefty, and, what stings the most, he can’t marry Lili. Under the guise of being Pete’s benefactor, Jefty manipulates and toys with him and Lili in progressively more heinous ways – culminating in a truly riveting climax at his hunting cabin. Imagine if Tommy Udo had a hunting rifle and got drunk, yeah, that’s what the tension is like during Road House‘s climax.

While it doesn’t chart the same fall from grace path of most noirs, Road House, is so badass in its presentation of a standard love triangle gone to hell that it belongs in the upper echelons of the genre. This shared lust doesn’t just break up the long-time friendship between Pete and Jefty – it leads to them wanting to seriously murder each other. Watching Widmark deflate his humanity at the end is PAINFUL. My heart went out to Widmark at this film. He’s the real underdog here – he’s less attractive, more naive, more of a sap than Pete. My heart goes out to Jefty.

Road House  may not have Patrick Swayze ripping people’s throats out, but it does have plenty of noir aesthetics and Widmark doing what he did best at this point. Not to mention Ida Lupino soaking in the camera with her voice and tough-as-nails actions. Seriously, if you wanna see a woman wanna chew scenery in a noir, check out Lupino in Road House. This is one honest to god romantic, tough, dark little noir.

Patrick Cooper


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