Stars: Cary Grant, Rosalind Russell, Ralph Bellamy, Gene Lockhart, Porter Hall
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance
Runtime: 92 minutes
The Front Page, Ben Hecht and Charles MacArthur's classic 1928 newspaper play, has had three official film versions and contributed structural DNA to half the movies ever made about professional camaraderie and fierce love-hate friendships. Lewis Milestone's 1931 movie is well respected (Billy Wilder's 1974 version isn't), but this is one case where the remake towers brilliantined head and blocked shoulders above the original. Howard Hawks had the inspired notion of making Hildy Johnson--the ace newsman whom demonic editor Walter Burns is trying to keep from quitting and getting married--a she instead of a he. What's more, she's not only Walter's star reporter but also his ex-wife. When Hildy (Rosalind Russell) comes to tell Walter (Cary Grant) she's leaving the newspaper business, he bamboozles her into carrying out one last assignment--a death-row interview with a little nebbish (John Qualen) convicted of killing a policeman. It sounds like a snap, but before you can say screwball comedy, the press room of the Criminal Courts Building has become ground zero for all the lunacy a jailbreak, a shooting, an impromptu suicide, a corrupt city administration, and the most Machiavellian "hero" in the American cinema can supply. His Girl Friday is one of the, oh, five greatest dialogue comedies ever made; Hawks had his cast play it at breakneck speed, and audiences hyperventilate trying to finish with one laugh so they can do justice to the four that have accumulated in the meantime. Russell, not Hawks's first choice to play Hildy, is triumphant in the part, holding her own as "one of the guys" and creating an enduring feminist icon. Grant is a force of nature, giving a performance of such concentrated frenzy and diamond brilliance that you owe it to yourself to devote at least one viewing of the movie to watching him alone. But then you have to go back (lucky you) and watch it again for the sake of the press-room gang--Roscoe Karns, Porter Hall, Cliff Edwards, Regis Toomey, Frank Jenks, and others--the kind of ensemble work that gets character actors onto Parnassus. --Richard T. Jameson
Did you hear that? That's the story I just wrote. Yes, yes, I know we had a bargain. I just said I'd write it, I didn't say I wouldn't tear it up! It's all in little pieces now, Walter, and I hope to do the same for you some day! (hangs up emphatically) And that, my friends, is my farewell to the newspaper business.
What's the matter, Hildy?
Don't give me that innocent stuff! What did you pull on Mr. Baldwin THIS time?
Yes, you and that albino of yours!
You talkin' about Evangeline?
She ain't no albino.
She'll do 'till one comes along!
She was born right here in this country!
Aiding an escaped criminal and a little charge of kidnapping.
Fred, the Mayor:
Well, looks like about ten years a piece for you two birds.
If you think you've got The Morning Post licked it's time for you to get out of town.
Fred, the Mayor:
Whistling in the dark. Well that isn't going to help you two. You're through.
Listen the last man that said that to me was Archie Leach a week before he cut his throat.