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As I write this I’m listening to a CD, the Ruth Etting collection released on the Flapper label under the title Love Me or Leave Me. I need a strong dose of the real thing after watching the 1955 film by that title on TCM last night. As everyone reading this surely knows, the movie purports to tell the story of Etting, played by Doris Day, and her abusive boyfriend, Martin “The Gimp” Snyder, played by James Cagney. When I first saw it as a teenager I was impressed by Cagney’s intensity in such an unsympathetic role, but Day’s performance came as something of a shock. I knew her from her TV series and her wholesome, dum-dum romantic comedies, but her Ruth Etting is unlike anything else she ever did. She and Cagney have an unexpected rapport, dramatically speaking, and that part of the movie still works: they really do strike sparks off each other, and paint a vivid picture of an ugly, mutually dependent, dysfunctional relationship.
But the film’s music is something else again. In the years since I first saw Love Me or Leave Me I’ve tracked down a lot of Ruth Etting recordings, first on vinyl and then on CD, and I just love her voice. She’s haunting on the bluesy ballads, and charming on the upbeat novelty tunes. I love the arrangements, too. That’s where the movie really drove me up a wall, this time around. Percy Faith ruined every song, every damn one of them, with his schmaltzy strings and cheesy brass sections. (Not just the ballads -- even “Sam the Accordion Man” falls flat.) I guess they figured the original arrangements would sound too rinky-tink for contemporary listeners, and maybe that was true at the time, but the originals sure sound better to me now than the versions sung by Day.
And forget about period detail, of course. Most period films made in the ‘50s look like the ‘50s, no matter what period they’re supposed to be set in, and this one is a prime example. They hardly even bothered. The actors look like people going to a “Roaring Twenties” costume party who had only a day or two to prepare for it. Most of the women kept their bouffant hair styles, but put on those silly headbands with feathers, the ones that are supposed to suggest flappers. You never see those headbands in films actually made in the ‘20s, or in photos from the era, only in movies or TV shows from the ‘50s and ‘60s, set during Prohibition. I wonder how that got started.
Well, getting back to Ruth Etting. As far as I can tell, there has been only one full-length biography written about her, called Ruth Etting: America’s Forgotten Sweetheart. Has anyone here read it? Now that I’ve seen the movie again I’m interested in finding out how close (or otherwise) the screenplay may be to the facts of her life. Copies of the book are pricey, however, so I hope someone can tell me if it’s worth the expense.
But the film’s music is something else again. In the years since I first saw Love Me or Leave Me I’ve tracked down a lot of Ruth Etting recordings, first on vinyl and then on CD, and I just love her voice. She’s haunting on the bluesy ballads, and charming on the upbeat novelty tunes. I love the arrangements, too. That’s where the movie really drove me up a wall, this time around. Percy Faith ruined every song, every damn one of them, with his schmaltzy strings and cheesy brass sections. (Not just the ballads -- even “Sam the Accordion Man” falls flat.) I guess they figured the original arrangements would sound too rinky-tink for contemporary listeners, and maybe that was true at the time, but the originals sure sound better to me now than the versions sung by Day.
And forget about period detail, of course. Most period films made in the ‘50s look like the ‘50s, no matter what period they’re supposed to be set in, and this one is a prime example. They hardly even bothered. The actors look like people going to a “Roaring Twenties” costume party who had only a day or two to prepare for it. Most of the women kept their bouffant hair styles, but put on those silly headbands with feathers, the ones that are supposed to suggest flappers. You never see those headbands in films actually made in the ‘20s, or in photos from the era, only in movies or TV shows from the ‘50s and ‘60s, set during Prohibition. I wonder how that got started.
Well, getting back to Ruth Etting. As far as I can tell, there has been only one full-length biography written about her, called Ruth Etting: America’s Forgotten Sweetheart. Has anyone here read it? Now that I’ve seen the movie again I’m interested in finding out how close (or otherwise) the screenplay may be to the facts of her life. Copies of the book are pricey, however, so I hope someone can tell me if it’s worth the expense.
-- Charlie Morrow
