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The Forgotten: Pagan Rhythms

A disparate group of townspeople struggle to hold off a siege by warring Indians.

 Acknowledging Apache Drums (1951) as the forgotten Val Lewton movie, we must also acknowledge that it's not quite as special as Cat People or Isle of the Dead or any of the others in the chiller cycle, but it does bear comparison with the lesser-known Mademoiselle Fifi and it certainly beats the pants off of Youth Runs Wild.

If the conservative nature of the western format reins in some of Lewton's more sophisticated tendencies, it also allows others to stand out in bold relief, and if director Hugo Fregonese is no Jacques Tourneur, nor even a Mark Robson, he's a perfectly amicable journeyman.

Admitting a certain B-movie banality, what's striking is how Lewton is able to continue his preoccupations into what might seem an alien genre, so that Apache Drums resembles, at numerous times, a supernatural/psychological horror movie, in which the horror is dually located in the American Indian "other," and in the fears and prejudices of the European American protagonists. 

Attention to detail in writing and casting the smaller roles also adds to the sense of a believable  and engaging story world, the Texas town of Spanish Boot at the time of the Mescalero Apache uprising. In the role of small town madam Betty Careless, there's an all-too-brief but zestful appearance by Ruthelma Stevens, a '30s starlet of considerable fascination who never made it, despite a supporting part in The Scarlet Empress.

Lewton gave pretty decent roles to black actors throughout his RKO stint, and Apache Drums continues this by casting Clarence Muse, a fine performer who often seemed to seek out and seize upon non-stereotyped aspects of his roles (except in his Frank Capra films where I find him hard to watch, owing to the pervasiveness of the racism). As the story begins, a frontier town has just reached that level of "civilization" in which the mayor, Willard Parker, has decided to drive out the prostitutes and gamblers. Leaving town, the madam and her girls are massacred, and Muse, who has some unspecified menial job in the bordello (janitor? I'm uncertain of the terminology for those who work in bordello upkeep) is found dying.

"...They came out of the rocks... like ghosts..."

It's a grand speech, terrifically played, and when it's done, McNally has to pry the dead man's fingers from his collar. The scene establishes the film's supernatural flavor, further developed by subsequent scans across an empty landscape imbued with menace. That mood is alas slightly flattened by our first view of an Indian: Fregonese had presumably read the script, but somehow saw no reason to present this moment with any special atmosphere. We've all seen Indians before, in other films. Why should this one be different? And so a potentially gripping cinematic moment is squandered.

But the screenplay (credited to David Chandler, a TV and B-movie man, though Lewton can be presumed to have helped out) throws in plenty more elements of interest. The fact that the mayor (and blacksmith) of the little town of Spanish Boot, though played by the blond and square-jawed Parker, is an incompetent, a thug, and motivated mainly by a sexual jealousy he's too dumb to recognize, adds considerable intrigue. When McNally barges into church to warn the town of impending attack, the mayor remains doggedly engrossed in his reading material for some moments, uncannily recalling another Texas politician fifty years later. Yet even this lout will show heroism in the ensuing story, which is generous with the grace notes it hands out to all its characters. If the leading lady's role is underwritten, Coleen Grey enlivens it with a smoldering quality not indicated in the dialogue itself.

The Indians are simultaneously a force of otherworldly power, driven by mystic beliefs, and a real group of people with aims and grievances of their own. A friendly Indian character accompanies the heroes as they're besieged, and is victim of their prejudices. The local priest, Arthur Shields, is a tower of strength in crisis, but also a blind bigot. The gambler, Stephen McNally, due to be expelled as an undesirable, proves to be a hero. These are stock characters, but they all manage to transcend their genre limitations a few times.

In regarding the native hordes as both awesomely fearsome, almost uncanny, and also as people, the film anticipates a later siege picture, Cy Endfield's Zulu (1964), which oddly uses the same Welsh fighting song, "Men of Harlech," to create a rousing build-up to the final conflict. And like the African-set colonial epic, there's a stimulating sense of strategy to the fighting, with the heroes pushed into an increasingly desperate situation where the only hope is to hold out long enough.

In the final stretch, Fregonese produces some real visual interest, and the film capitalizes on its color cinematography: as the room flickers with firelight, the Indians appear at the windows dipped in Technicolor body paint, each a different hue. It's a psychedelic, unsettling effect.

Lewton, after drifting for five years after the dissolution of his RKO unit, rather ruthlessly abandoned by Mark Robson and Robert Wise, was rallying. And then he died. What should have been the start of a new phase in his filmmaking became a neglected footnote. But all his admirers should see it.

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The Forgotten is a regular Thursday column by David Cairns, author of Shadowplay

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Interesting. I think I saw a Hugo Fregonese film at the Cinematheque Francaise on my first trip to Paris. I don’t believe it was this one but I can’t remember well because of the jet lag. Anyway, I love the quality of the stills in your column. I’ll invite you over to the MUBI forum and a thread on art direction with some excellent stills. Special attention is paid to another Lewton production “The Leopard Man” and also, I believe there are some stunning visual examples of an excellent candidate for The Forgotten: a film called “The Silver Chalice”.
Fregonese did some good work in the noir vein, which may have attracted Lewton. Man in the Attic, his Jack the Ripper movie with Jack Palance has a pretty good reputation. And he seems to like low angles and ceilings, which is always welcome.
Yes, Man in the Attic, the Palance film, is good and Palance manages to evoke some sympathy for his character somewhat unexpectedly. it also has some nifty set pieces including a argument that takes place in a sort of police museum room with memorabilia from from of their cases, where Palance’s character expresses some disgust for the role of the police in general, and a police inspector, who is also his rival for the leading lady, in particular. The inspector is such an ass that one tends to feel for Palance even though he’s a serial killer. By the end of the film you’re almost rooting for him to get together with the girl and somehow leave his past behind. His ending is also really well handled. Back to Apache Drums though, I would love to see this one as I would the other Lewtons that are still below the radar, and even more so since I’m a big fan of Clarance Muse who tried to bring some dignity to his characters even when the odds were stacked against him. I find the film he helped write, with Langston Hughes, to be fascinating in how it tries to work with the demands of a musical comedy, starring boy singer Bobby Breen, with a more serious look at slavery, and this back in 1939.
Yes, I was just reading about that one. And I like the director, Bernard “Mad” Vorhaus. Just enjoyed William Wellman’s Safe in Hell, which features Muse doing an excellent English accent, straight out of PG Wodehouse. “Right-o!”
I too like Vorhaus. I was going through the films of his I could find when I stumbled across Way Down South. From the few films of his I’ve seen, Vorhaus really didn’t turn out a bad film, some odd ones, but all were at least somewhat satisfactory, and mostly more than that. Muse also had an interesting turn in the George O’ Brien flick Daniel Boone, where Muse again managed to get a surprisingly rich role from unpromising material. It’s another strange little film with a non-ending ending which makes me wonder if something got cut from the print I saw or if it was just intended to be somewhat defeatist.
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I’d like to hear more about this film that Muse worked on with Langston Hughes. What is it called and who directed it?
The film is Way Down South, co-directed by Leslie Goodwins and Bernard Vorhaus, who got started making quota quickies in England and graduated to B-movies in Hollywood. He wound up blacklisted and came back to the UK, where he ran a firm specializing in building renovation.
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Interesting. Thanks for the info. I’ve never heard of any of the people involved, save for Hughes.

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