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Remem­ber­ing Robert Mitchum – The endur­ing soul of film noir

06 Aug 2017

Man in hat and trenchcoat in dimly lit room
Man in hat and trenchcoat in dimly lit room
We tip our tril­by to the leg­endary per­former who epit­o­mised Hollywood’s most icon­ic era.

If Robert Mitchum were alive today he would be 100 years old. As it is, he almost reached the age of 80, but if you believe even a lit­tle of his lurid biog­ra­phy, he had lived sev­er­al life­times in those eight decades. He was a teenage hobo, who rode the rails and escaped a chain gang; a pre­co­cious youth who quot­ed Shake­speare and wrote poet­ry and wound up an actor, a movie star no less. His Hol­ly­wood career spanned more than 50 years, unhin­dered by a suc­ces­sion of scan­dals involv­ing women, drugs and booze – although he remained mar­ried to Dorothy, a woman he met as a teenag­er, all his life.

Mitchum was a hand­some and vir­ile lead­ing man, yet also lop­sided and every bit as tough as he was pret­ty. He remained the epit­o­me of screen cool even as his face crum­pled and his voice cracked with ago. A hero, though a hard-bit­ten, flawed one in Out of the Past or Riv­er of No Return; a mon­ster, but a plau­si­ble, charm­ing one in The Night of the Hunter and Cape Fear. A leg­endary per­former, who start­ed out as a B‑movie cow­boy and claimed he only had two act­ing styles: With or with­out a horse.”

A ret­ro­spec­tive of Mitchum’s work at Bologna’s Il Cin­e­ma Ritrova­to fes­ti­val this year brought home the last­ing appeal of the man Roger Ebert called the soul of film noir”, and what mod­ern actors can learn from his laid back style. The strand cap­tured Mitchum in some of his most famous roles, but also in less­er-seen titles such as 1945’s Sto­ry of GI Joe and 1960’s melo­dra­mat­ic Home from the Hill. A work-in-progress cut of Bruce Weber’s Mitchum doc Nice Girls Don’t Stay for Break­fast was screened along­side the features.

While in pub­lic Mitchum joked that his job was easy (“You remem­ber your lines. You show up on time. You do what the direc­tor tells you to do”), his great­est trick was to make it look like he wasn’t work­ing at all. Where oth­er actors ges­tured, or impro­vised dia­logue, Mitchum knew the art of stand­ing still, and react­ing, with a half-smile and a crin­kle form­ing around his lumi­nous eyes. He’d anno­tate his scripts with the ini­tials N. A. R.” – no action required.

Mitchum’s intel­li­gence got him into the the­atre, but on film his body was his great­est asset. Where his hulk­ing shoul­ders car­ry a threat of phys­i­cal vio­lence, his soft, almost fem­i­nine face promis­es ten­der­ness and sen­su­al­i­ty. In Out of the Past, his most cel­e­brat­ed film noir, Mitchum’s own physique cap­tures the essence of his doomed romance with femme fatale Jane Greer. Even his hands tell a story.

A black-and-white portrait of a serious-looking man wearing a cowboy hat and suit, with the word "Live" tattooed on his knuckles.

In The Night of the Hunter, Mitchum’s seduc­tive psy­chopath has this con­tra­dic­tion inked on his knuck­les: the right hand of love and the left hand of hate. Play­ing a washed-up gun­run­ner in 1973’s The Friends of Eddie Coyle, Mitchum’s gnarled hands come back into view as his char­ac­ter, Fin­gers tells a young crim­i­nal that he has an extra set of knuck­les”: rapped by a nun with a steel ruler at pri­ma­ry school, but bro­ken years lat­er by a heavy in a desk draw­er. Ever hear bones break­ing? Like a man snap­ping a shingle.”

Even when roused to say a line Mitchum car­ried the art of hold­ing back into every per­for­mance. Not for noth­ing is his most famous dia­logue on film Out of the Past’s Baby, I don’t care”. It’s also the title of a bril­liant, unput­down­able biog­ra­phy by Lee Serv­er. Mov­ing not one more mus­cle than was required, Mitchum thrilled the Bologna audi­ence with his set-piece in Richard Fleischer’s Mex­i­co-set shoot em up Ban­di­do! from 1956. Mitchum, who has ambled into town with a suit­case full of grenades (and one clean shirt), cool­ly watch­es a street bat­tle between gov­ern­ment troops and local rebels from his hotel bal­cony. With one casu­al­ly thrown grenade, he changes the course of the fight, scat­ter­ing the army, and win­ning him­self new allies, and all with­out spilling a drop of whisky from his glass.

The ear­ly part of Mitchum’s career had been con­trolled by Howard Hugh­es at RKO, but with this role, and with his unfor­get­table turn ter­ror­is­ing Gre­go­ry Peck and fam­i­ly in Cape Fear, Mitchum strode into the 1960s and 1970s as an adult star. Ban­di­do!, a notably chaot­ic shoot, was Mitchum’s first film as his own pro­duc­er, and sees him cre­at­ing a new per­sona for him­self as a slight­ly past-it anti­hero: a con­trar­i­an and born out­sider but always in the thick of the action. It was a type that would keep him in busi­ness, and juicy roles, for the rest of his career, where the star who spurned the Stanislavs­ki method for the Smirnoff method” made a liv­ing out of age­ing disreputably.

He lat­er returned to his film noir roots, play­ing a ragged Philip Mar­lowe in 1975’s Farewell, My Love­ly (he did so again in 1978’s The Big Sleep) croak­ing This past spring was the first that I felt tired and realised I was grow­ing old.” While oth­er movie stars might fudge their birth­dates and cov­er up their scan­dalous behav­iour, in Mitchum’s lat­er roles, he makes hay out of every wrin­kle on those famous chops, every whiff of scan­dal and every drink­ing sto­ry that had been attached to him over the years.

He has a cameo in Mar­tin Scorsese’s 1991 remake of Cape Fear, and one of his final per­for­mances was in Jim Jarmusch’s cult black-and-white west­ern Dead Man, a return to the sad­dle for the man who start­ed out at the back of Hopa­long Cassidy’s posse. As a young star, Mitchum always knew instinc­tive­ly how to live in his own pow­er­ful body, and as an old­er man, he knew bet­ter than any­one how to inhab­it his own past.

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