There You Go With That Wishing Stuff Again

Tom Powers (played by James Cagney): [shuffling to the breakfast table in his pajamas, hungover] "Ain't you lot got a drink in the house?"
Kitty (played past Mae Clarke): "Well, not earlier breakfast, dear."
Tom: "I didn't ask yous for any lip. I asked you lot if y'all had a drink."
Kitty: "I know Tom, but I, I wish that... "
Tom: "...in that location you lot go with that wishin' stuff again. I wish you lot was a wishing well. And so that I could necktie a bucket to ya and sink ya."
Kitty: "Well, peradventure you've found someone you like ameliorate."
[Enraged, Tom shoves a grapefruit in her face as he leaves the table]—The Public Enemy (1931), written by Kubec Glasmon and John Vivid, adapted past Harvey Thew, directed by William Due west. Wellman

A complete revolution in audience attitudes has occurred in the 80 years to the twenty-four hour period that filmgoers first witnessed this scene, but I doubt if the visceral shock has faded a fleck. Part of this daze derived from Mae Clarke's reaction to James Cagney'due south grapefruit pushed in her face. (Subsequently, the actress claimed that the scene was supposed to climax only with verbal abuse, while he said that the grapefruit was supposed to brush by her only expect like a real assail.) The surprise—the disgust—registers unmistakably on her confront, every bit you'll run across in this YouTube excerpt.

This operation, his fifth for Warner Brothers, made Cagney, in the same fashion that Richard Widmark's similarly villainous turn did in Kiss of Death and James Woods' did in The Onion Field. Impressions this vivid have a mode, through no fault of the actor's, of condign a creative straitjacket.

It could have been especially true for Cagney, a a song-and-dance man on Broadway before this role led inevitably led to one Hollywood thug function later on another. The ironic thing is, he wasn't supposed to play gangster Tom Powers when shooting began. And then, a few days into shooting, director Wellman realized that Edward Woods, originally cast as Powers, wasn't working out, and had the brainstorm of having Woods and Cagney switch roles.

This scene was essential for Cagney in staking out the ground for Powers. It'due south not enough to bear witness that Powers is a fell sociopath—any shot of him with his pistol out on the street would do that. No, he is truly dangerous in his volatility, a trait best shown in a seemingly ordinary setting: a breakfast table.

It'due south this upsurge of savagery that isolates Powers, equally a homo utterly uncomfortable with the slightest scrap of domesticity, even with his moll. (I suspects he would become positively issues-eyed at mafia chieftain/affectionate papa Vito Corleone in The Godfather, likewise every bit at Tom Hanks' mob killer past solar day, devoted dad at night in The Road to Perdition.) Though he later dumps Clarke for Jean Harlow, he'south clearly more at ease in the company of fellow male killers than with a female person. Never mind a wife—he tin can't even keep a mistress without rejecting her.

The Public Enemy wasn't the prototypical gangster film—that honor belonged to Little Caesar, the Edward Thou. Robinson vehicle released by Warner Brothers earlier in 1931. But The Public Enemy offered quite a variation on its predecessor. As Roger Dooley noted in From Scarlett to Scarface: American Films in the 1930s: "Just as Robinson made Rico, written more or less sympathetically, repellent, so did Cagney brand Tommy, meant to be repellent, irresistible."

Cagney did then through an irresistible strength field emitted by his small trunk. There'south that same sense in another performer and movie as far removed from Cagney and Public Enemy as you tin get: Kenneth Branagh'south adaptation of Shakespeare's Henry V.

I say "unlikely," except for a qualifier that actually makes all the difference: Growing upwards in the Northern Ireland of the 1960s, an area with strife to friction match the Prohibition Era Chicago of Tom Powers, Branagh saturday enthralled before his Idiot box by the films of the Irish-Norwegian-American Cagney. As soon equally he had the box-part brownie to do so, he staged a drama whose title directly paid tribute to his adolescence idol: Public Enemy.

Without the matinee-idol looks of beau Shakespearean actor-hyphenate Lawrence Olivier, Branagh, a self-confessed "short-assed, fatty-faced Irishman," made use of his plebeian looks in Henry V with a restlessness and common touch that Cagney would have applauded.

The electric charge that Branagh recognized in the American was and so powerful that Warner Brothers, fearing the heavy hand of censors concerned that he would glamorize evil, began to cast Cagney in films where he would be on the right side of the angels, such as G-Men.

But and so outsize is the impact made by Cagney's gangster roles—Public Enemy, Angels With Dingy Faces, The Roaring Twenties, White Oestrus, even the late Honey Me or Exit Me—that you wonder where it all came from. That mystery only grows when you recall the nickname bestowed by boyfriend Hollywood "Irish Media" friend Pat O'Brien: "the faraway fella."

Cagney was far, far removed from Hollywood mainstream in both living arrangements and attitudes. Sure, he would boxing the studios when he had to for better parts, but he was instinctively inclined offscreen to trade pugnacity for pensiveness.

Start with his unmarried marriage, of more than 60 years. Simply once during that time was he tempted to stray—on a train ride with Merle Oberon—and even and so he stopped before annihilation really happened. This product of the Lower E Side, as before long as he could, bought farmland in upstate New York, where he raised horses, and became adept at painting every bit well.

Maybe the eye he trained in painting enabled him to pick upwards visual clues that enabled him to go an emotional sponge, to embody those he saw on the mean streets of New York without falling victim to their pathologies. The quintessential "New York player," he would sketch the outline of a broad grapheme blazon, but fill the infinite between with different psychological shades and hues that made each office uniquely human, vibrant, nevertheless able to burst the bounds of screens all these years after.

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