Based on William Keating’s autobiography, “The Man Who Rocked the Boat’, which chronicles his experiences as an Assistant DA in NYC in the 1950s, Slaughter on Tenth Avenue has Keating fighting corruption and union racketeering on the waterfront as he pursues a murder prosecution. A straight union organiser has been gunned down after refusing to bend to the demands of racketeers, and the DA’s office must build a case in the face of witness intimidation.
While not to be confused with the Richard Rodgers’ musical ballet from Rodgers and Hart’s 1936 Broadway musical comedy ‘On Your Toes’, Rodger’s music is used in the score, and to good dramatic effect. Indeed, it is the jazzy musical arrangement by Herschel Burke Gilbert in the opening scenes that hits the spot.
The opening titles are superimposed over the prelude to the hit, a stunning sequence that is sadly a false dawn, with the rest of the picture playing out at a plodding pace. We see the perps drive from the waterfront to a tenement for the hit. There is a wonderful gestalt at work with the contributions of composer Gilbert, DP Fred Jackman Jr., editor Russell F. Schoengarth, and director Arnold Laven, who together create one of the most arresting sequences in a Hollywood crime movie ever. These scenes are beautifully paced and edited, shot from a plethora of angles, including elegant aerial and tracking shots, and from inside the car – all perfectly lit. You just want the titles to get the hell out of the way!
“Overall, there is a derivative feel to the scenario, which borrows from but never matches the intelligence and power of On the Waterfront.”
Fantastic prose and visual presentation here Tony, comparing a screen masterpiece with a film that I will soon be sitting down to watch. Your solid review makes that resolve one odf urgency. Am most intrigued by music by Rodgers, and of the striking comparisons with Kazan’s masterpiece. I once partook of a Hoboken, New Jersey tour of the locations used for ON THE WATERFRONT. The city is maybe 25 minutes driving from my home. I have crossed the very Brooklyn Bridge you display here more times than I can remember.
Splendid comparative piece, that doesn’t surprise me at all. I expected it would prove to be derivative, but would still boast some excellent components.
Hey Sam. Perhaps stacking it up against On the Waterfront is unfair, and a comparison with the still much stronger Panic in the Streets was more in order.
The street and wharf scenes are good even after the opening sequence, but most of the action is confined to sets and interior shooting. There is an interesting scene inside the basement tenement of an alcoholic wharfie using low-angled exposed-ceiling shots, but the melodrama gets out of hand.
I’ll have to avail myself of a copy of this, nice comparative piece. Few films of course compare to ‘On the Waterfront.’