Reviewed by Colin Jacobson (December 19, 2024)
Actors Cary Grant and Jean Arthur worked together on two films, the first of which came from 1939’s Only Angels Have Wings. Because I found that one to offer a sluggish and flat experience, I went into 1942’s The Talk of the Town with hopes to discover something better.
On trial for a crime he didn’t commit, Leopold Dilg (Grant) overpowers a guard and escapes. As he flees, he seeks refuge with his friend Nora Shelley (Arthur).
Nora rents her home to legal scholar Michael Lightcap (Ronald Colman). While Leopold poses as a gardener, he and Nora try to get Michael to help them prove his innocence and plead his case.
All of that seems like a strange premise for what essentially offers a romantic comedy much of the time. Indeed, Talk opens with a dark and grim scenario that covers Leopold’s alleged crime and imprisonment.
Once Leopold winds up at Nora’s house, matters lighten up, though the classification of Talk as a screwball comedy feels like a stretch. I expect a certain level of manic energy that doesn’t come from this film.
Indeed, I struggle to find much energy at all within Talk. As much as it seems to want to break free and deliver a peppy affair, the movie tends to drag.
Really, Talk feels like maybe 45 minutes of actual content stretched to nearly two hours. While I wouldn’t claim the tale plods, it sure does take its sweet time to get where it wants to go.
Given how many films rush at a too rapid rate, I probably should applaud the gradual pace at which Talk proceeds. However, the end product simply doesn’t fill that space with enough material of interest to justify the running time.
The inconsistent tone doesn’t help. Talented as he was, director George Stevens can’t balance the flick’s wackier elements and the drama related to the literal life or death nature of Leopold’s situation.
Steven never figures out whether he wants to embrace the screwball comedic domain or it he prefers the legal drama or if he wants to focus on romance. Talk also detours to become a Frank Capra-style civics lesson by the end. Stevens weaves and bobs among these three concepts and never creates a cohesive piece.
Honestly, it surprises me that a filmmaker of Stevens’ skill level seems so adrift. Talk just rambles and never figures out what it wants to be or where it wants to go.
Talk also misuses a good cast, especially in terms of both Grant and Arthur. Colman does just fine as the legal scholar who struggles with how he should handle his situation.
However, Arthur and Grant seem left on the sidelines a surprising amount of the time, and they don’t really get much room to shine. In particular, Grant almost seems like an afterthought here.
Even though the plot revolves around Leopold, Talk doesn’t really spend that much time with him. Grant never gets the chance to let his charm show, so he feels underused here.
Even with its flaws, I would still pick Talk over the semi-misbegotten Only Angels Have Wings, but that acts as faint praise. Despite intermittent pleasures, Talk just doesn’t connect like it should.