Hold Back Tomorrow


Drama / Film-Noir

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Harry Guardino as Detective
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Cleo Moore as Dora
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Frank DeKova as Priest
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John Agar as Joe Cardos
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Reviewed by LeonLouisRicci8 / 10


Hugo Haas John Agar & Cleo Moore Deliver a Fascinating Late Film-Noir

Hugo Haas, borrowing from Rodney Dangerfield Signature Line, "Gets No Respect".

He Got, Certainly, No Respect from the Hollywood Factory, was Ostracized when He Wasn't being Ignored, and Sent Packing to the Fringes of Low-Low Budget Film-Making to Apply His Talent.

"Necessity is the Mother of Invention", and Hugo Made-Do and Cranked-Out His Little "Slice of the Dark-Life-Look-Ins, on the Folks, Streets, and Stories.

Hugo Haas and Film-Noir Formed a Bond, and Produced some Significant "Primitive Art" that is, for the most part, Still Gets Little Respect to this Day.

Film-Noir has become More and More Respected, but Hugo Haas is one of its "Workers" that Still Lingers in the Shadows Waiting for Recognition. His Day Will Come.

Haas "Worked" in a Place that Main-Stream Hollywood Abhorred, and the Spirit of Film-Noir Found Fascinating, a Genre that Created Itself by Spontaneously Erupting to Life and Flourished in the 40's & 50's.

"Hold Back Tomorrow" is a Very Strange Piece of Work.

The Story of a "Murderer" and His Last Night Before the Hangman, Requesting a "Woman-Companion" and some "Music" John Agar is the Doomed-Man and Cleo Moore is the "Woman".

She, is First Seen Being Pulled from the River in an Attempted-Suicide.

There's a Noir Opening if there Ever Was One.

The Script Bends Over Backwards Trying to Define Her Profession, Suffice to Say, Former Factory Worker, Waitress, Dance Hall Dame, Escort, and Without Coming Right Out With It (the Code),Prostitute.

The 2 Noir Characters "Hook-Up" in the Hoosegow and to Say More would be Saying Too Much.

Because it's a Scene that Defies You to Find Another in the History of the Movies that is Remotely the Same Story.

Unique is an Understatement.

Discover this Hidden-Gem and See For Yourself Just what Mid-50's Films were Capable of with No Support from the Hollywood Elite or the then Current Conservative Restraint from "Gate-Keepers" of All Sorts.

This is "Primitive-Art" at its Best.

Reviewed by Handlinghandel6 / 10

One of Haas's Better Attempts

I would love to see a Hugo Haas festival. At a theater or on television. If anyone was an auteur, it was Haas. His movies are similar to but better than those of Ed Wood. They are below the standards of some other contemporaries. But they seem to have been shot with little money.

Here we have a brunette Cleo Moore and Death Row inmate John Agar. She is a self-described "pickup girl." She looks it, too. It's very sleazy -- as it is meant to be.

This basically two-character piece was ahead of its time. I can imagine it with Al Pacino and Edie Falco.

Reviewed by friedlandea10 / 10

Unique. A classic. Why is Hugo Haas' work so consistently underrated?

I admit it. I feel a strange fascination (to borrow one of his titles) for the films of Hugo Haas, written, produced and directed by, and starring. I know. They are B movies. He could not command Hollywood's elite. But he had his stock company - Cleo Moore, Beverly Michaels, Jan Englund, Anthony Jochim - just as John Ford had his. His cinematographers, Paul Ivano, Edward Fitzgerald, were craftsmen. His work is idiosyncratic. At its best it is unique and memorable. He was a Jew who escaped the Holocaust while his brother, left behind, disappeared into Auschwitz. He was a man of European sensibility floundering in America. His stories are studies in irony. Some bear the bitter irony of Guy de Maupassant, others the tender twists of O. Henry. He puts his character, a lonely middle-aged man on the downside of life, in the way of his passionate women. He sounds a pervasive note of sadness. The devastating ending of "The Girl on the Bridge" remains for me second only, in its crushing irony, to Vincent Sherman's "The Hard Way." I don't know why, of all the independent filmmakers of the classic era, he gets the least respect.

"Hold Back Tomorrow" is one of the best and certainly the strangest of Hugo Haas' films. Who else would fashion a film almost all of which consists of two people, a man and a woman, talking? They are alone, locked in a death row cell during his last hours on earth. It is a two-person play. The camera just happens to be there. She is weary of a futile and friendless existence. He awaits an unjust fate. They contemplate death. Twenty years earlier Jean Cocteau wrote a one-person play, "The Human Voice," a monologue of despair. One actress, a suicidal woman, talks into a telephone. Francis Poulenc made it into an opera. OK. Hugo Haas was not Cocteau. But he knew the play. In "Hold Back Tomorrow" he wrote a dialogue of despair. Joe has never been able to cry. He cries. Dora has never been able to smile. She smiles. Myself, my eyes are seldom able to drop tears. They were moist.

Neither not-quite-Marilyn-Monroe Cleo Moore nor post-Shirley-Temple John Agar rose to the heights of stardom. Sometimes artists rise to the heights of artistry if they are given the material to inspire it. This material inspired artistry in Cleo Moore and John Agar. Everything, the story, the emotions, must come from them, their actions and reactions. Singers sometimes talk of being naked in the music. That is, they have only bare accompaniment that leaves them exposed. "Hold Back Tomorrow" leaves its actors exposed. They are alone before the camera. Cleo Moore never got the appreciation she deserved. She is heartbreaking when she delivers, at his request, in sadness a wan smile. John Agar makes us feel his emotional release, his catharsis, when he finally weeps after having vowed fiercely that he would never cry. In the end, Dora and Clara pray for a miracle. Hold back tomorrow is the title and the song. It is also the prayer: the hangman's rope will break; Joe will live. It won't break. We know. But maybe God will grant Joe the mercy of an illusion. Will he, in his last instant of consciousness, feel it break,dream that it has broken, and he has returned to Dora? He has already imagined it. He tells her. He has imagined the breaking of the rope. Hugo Haas hints at another ironic storyteller, Ambrose Bierce, and a cruelly ironic tale, "An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge." Bierce's hero feels the rope break, though it doesn't. He dreams, in a last instant, that he is free. Joe enters the death chamber. The clock chimes. The dream could be another movie. If I am guilty of overthinking and overpraising a Hollywood B picture, so be it.

Hugo Haas and Cleo Moore, who played in seven of his films, came, I am sure, to form a bond - she a struggling actress from Louisiana who never made it to the A list, he a major artist in his native country now relegated to petty parts in forgettable movies. They shared a complicity born of sympathy and frustration. In "The Other Woman," their fifth collaboration, Haas played what he was, a luckless actor turned director, Cleo a struggling actress under his direction. He wrote these lines of himself: "He was a big star in Europe. Here he played bit parts, just nothing." He wrote these lines for her: "I've got more talent than all those overpublicized dames ... What did you expect, to pay my way back to Louisiana and give me five bucks for expenses?" In "Hit and Run," her last film for him, her last film for anyone, she addresses her last line to his character: "Goodbye, Gus."

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