Klondike Annie (1936)
50KKlondike Annie: Directed by Raoul Walsh. With Mae West, Victor McLaglen, Phillip Reed, Helen Jerome Eddy. Carlton Rose, a girl known as “the Frisco Doll” escapes to Alaska after accidentally killing her guard.
“The inimitable Mae West struts her stuff yet again in this breezy, passable, but lesser Paramount Studio vehicle. Based on her play (u0026quot;Frisco Kateu0026quot;) and co-credited for the writing here, she is the whole show naturally.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003enThe story, if you care, has Mae playing Rose (u0026quot;the Frisco Dollu0026quot;) Carlton, an 1890s entertainer who has to take it on the lam after bringing down one of her paramours – not with sly one-liners, but with a knife in the back. Sheu0026#39;s forced to slum it on a ship headed for the Klondike. With the police breathing down her bodice, she winds up impersonating a Salvation Army missionary (Helen Jerome Eddy), who conveniently dies of a `bad heart attacku0026#39; while on board. In a change of heart, the sultry Mae, now dressed down in drab, basic black, vows to fulfill the womanu0026#39;s mission and ventures on to reform an Alaskan town full of drunks, prosties and other sinner types with her own revamped style of Bible-thumping. Somehow you feel these unfortunates will never be ENTIRELY saved, but thatu0026#39;s never the point anyway. Interspersed throughout are a few typical West songs, notably `Iu0026#39;m an Occidental Woman in an Oriental Mood for Loveu0026#39; decked out in full Oriental regalia, including headgear, which really has to be seen to be believed.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eItu0026#39;s always grand entertainment to see the most virile of men falling all over themselves over La West — reduced to simpering, whimpering fools once they zero in on our gal. This time one of filmdomu0026#39;s most rugged and respected character stars, Victor McLaglan, becomes her prime, buffoonish play toy. McLaglan (who had won an Oscar a year or two before) plays Bull Brackett, a brusque, salty olu0026#39; sea captain here, who barks out orders in his best Wallace Beery imitation and roughs up nearly every guy within throwing distance. But watch the big brute turn to pure mush at the first sight of Mae — sulking, grousing, bumbling, even running into poles, for Godu0026#39;s sake. And McLaglanu0026#39;s not the only one. Dashing, doe-eyed Philip Terryu0026#39;s Mountie, McLaglanu0026#39;s chief rival, risks all respect, not to mention his career, in his play for her, while obsessive-compulsive `Orientalu0026#39; Harold Huber loses much more than that over his fascination with u0026quot; the pearl of lotus flower.u0026#39; Ah, yes, in a distinct case of reverse gender discrimination, every man is weak, inept, servile, and just plain putty around dear olu0026#39; Mae. Improbable fun…but fun.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eAnd speaking of support roles, nobody has ever been given the chance to steal a Mae West movie, so to mention anyone else in the cast would be a waste of time. By the way, you wonu0026#39;t see any pretty dames supporting West either. She wouldnu0026#39;t stand for it. So every other female — bar girls, suffragettes, society ladies, you name it – are at least 50-70 in age here, and either much heavier than the quite zaftig West or downright ugly. Smart girl that Mae!u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eSuffice it to say thereu0026#39;s never much action in a Mae West movie because the old girl (she was 44 at the time this movie was released) simply canu0026#39;t move in those tight, breath-taking (literally!) outfits she wears. She simply sashays from place to place, plants herself, and lets out a few double entendres. The dramatic action is usually compromised by a series of set poses – lighting a cigarette, filing her nails, primping her platinum-blonde locks, laying carefully on a settee, or shoving some pawing, lovesick puppy away from her camera light. Actually, what youu0026#39;re waiting for anyway are Maeu0026#39;s delicious quips, but, sadly, there are way too few of them in u0026quot;Klondike Annieu0026quot;, none of those classic lines we all enjoy and remember so well. Methinks those dastardly censors cut out her best lines this time, because thereu0026#39;s not a lot of zing in the ones she delivers here. Rumor has it William Randolph Hearst and his newspaper establishment took offense at Mae portraying any kind of religious figure and insisted on immediate congressional action. Whatever.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eRaoul Walsh directed this but there is really little directing going on. The narcissistic Mae could never have been considered a directoru0026#39;s star. And as for her acting? Well, if Mae were alive today, Iu0026#39;d love to ask her, u0026quot;What the hell DO you see looking up at the ceiling all the time?u0026quot; Whatever it is, Iu0026#39;m sure itu0026#39;s better than some of the silliness weu0026#39;re seeing down here.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eBut Mae is Mae, so what you see is what you get.”
