 | DVD cover artwork for The Grissom Gang. [click photo for larger version] |
But Aldrich goes deeper than both the brutality and the family-burlesque aspects of the film. He makes the Grissoms human — more human than Barbara’s father, the odious Mr. Blandish (Aldrich regular Wesley Addy) — mostly through the character of Slim, who’s at once the worst and best of the lot. As enacted by Scott Wilson, Slim is one of the most unusual characters in cinema, both repugnant and endearing, forcing the audience into an extremely uncomfortable identification with an antisocial, destructive psycho. (This is in keeping with many Aldrich films where a seemingly negative character — e.g., Beryl Reid's nasty dyke in The Killing of Sister George or Cliff Robertson's pathological boyfriend in Autumn Leaves — generates an unexpected sympathy.) The film insists on Slim’s humanity, and eventually his transcendence, despite his cruelties. There’s something pure in Slim that can’t be found anywhere else in the film. In several sequences he’s confused and upset by the double-entendres and ironies spouted by his brothers; he sees life almost through a child’s eyes, but also has a child’s direct connection to his own emotions, which he acts on without irony or double-entendre, a trait that Aldrich obviously values highly. This becomes most telling in Slim’s encounters with Barbara, whose plush life has bred her to expect phoniness and emotional distance in her relationships. "Haven’t you ever loved anyone?" he says. Part of the power of The Grissom Gang is the way it brings a realization of love where it’s least expected: in an ultra-violent gangster film, and in a class-busting relationship between a vicious, low-class kidnapper and his wealthy, beautiful victim. The opening and closing tune – "I Can’t Give You Anything But Love, Baby" — could also be read as Slim’s theme song. For Barbara, ultimately Slim’s love seems to be enough.
As if presenting a parade of burlesques of respectable institutions — courtship (in Slim’s courting of Barbara), marriage, the family — weren’t enough mud-in-the-face to audiences, Aldrich further jars the viewer with ahistorical motifs throughout. Connie Stevens’ floozy character Anna Borg, for example, sings (and looks) more like a modern singer than a ‘30s chanteuse. With its outlandish purple and red colors and mock-Deco stripes motifs, the bizarre honeymoon hideaway that Slim and his brothers spend two months constructing — a love nest that’s also a secret bunker — looks more like a Pop Art painting than a 1930s apartment. Sticklers may be annoyed with what looks like laziness or confusion in not maintaining strict historical accuracy, but the film is so rigorous in every other respect that these "mistakes" are probably intentional, serving two purposes: purposely disturbing the viewer (a constant theme in Aldrich’s career) and showing that the film’s concerns are contemporary, despite the period setting.
Slim and Barbara’s final encounter in a remote barn, surrounded by veritable armies of cops and reporters, shows what for some — both inside the film (Mr. Blandish) and outside it (squeamish viewers who have been forced to respond positively to an apparently negative character) — is a highly disturbing merging of classes. This is what’s represented in the last coupling of Slim and Barbara, the erasure of desperately held class boundaries, consciously, tenderly broken by Barbara when she responds freely to Slim by initiating lovemaking. It’s instantly apparent when the two emerge from the barn that Slim and Barbara have come to a deep understanding, even lived as man and wife. And while the "problem" of Slim is quickly eradicated, Barbara becomes much more problematic. Mr. Blandish is now faced with a daughter who’s "soiled goods," who went from spoiled debutante to consorter with the criminals who kidnapped and beat her. In the film’s most devastating moment, she reaches out to him, holding a bloody hand for him to touch; in response he savagely rejects her and runs. Unlike in the film’s theme song, the curdled, inhuman Mr. Blandish, who in his rigidness and curdled inhumanity symbolizes everything Aldrich and the film despise, can give his "baby" anything but love.
Aldrich always excels as an actor’s director, and The Grissom Gang is no exception. Even minor roles such as Connie Stevens’ Anna Borg, the cheap tap-dancing moll, have a lurid panache. Irene Dailey joins the rogue’s gallery of unforgettable gangster-matriarchs that perhaps started with Ma Cody in Walsh’s White Heat (1949) and continued through Ma Barker as the title character in Bloody Mama (1970). Tony Musante registers strongly as the literally oily Eddie, and Wesley Addy brings his trademark icy Aldrich functionary to vicious life. Best of all are Scott Wilson and Kim Darby. Wilson’s Slim Grissom is one of cinema’s most unusual characters, constantly challenging audience notions of what’s acceptable and even desirable. His dead-on vacillations between bursts of rage, tearful terror, and quiet humanity are remarkable to watch and one of the film’s great assets. The underrated Kim Darby is also memorable as Barbara Blandish, giving a gravitas to that character’s progression from haughty heiress who takes everything for granted to a human being who can value honest emotion regardless of where it comes from.