The Man Who Talked Too Much

This opens with lawyer George Brent probing a man guilty in court. The guy is sent to prison and is readied for the electric chair. New evidence comes to light: He is innocent. There are frantic attempts to reach the warden. But they;re unsuccessful. An innocent man has been killed as we watch the flicker of the chair.

This all happens in the first few minutes. It's giving nothing away. The rest of the movie involves Brent's deciding to make some money and starting to defend shady characters. His loyal secretary Virginia Bruce goes with him. (What a beauty she was! Such a haunting look.) His brother William Lundigan has graduated from law school. Etc. Brenda Marshall has too small a role. It hops the track but in some ways is an early noir.

A man whom Assistant District Attorney George Brent convicted for murder dies in the electric chair. Then Brent discovers he was innocent. So he goes into private practice; it's better that a hundred guilty men go free than an innocent man go to jail. But his clients can't pay their bills. Then along comes gangster Richard Barthelmess, and he pays his bills. But when Brent's brother, William Lundigan, is sentenced to die for a murder one of Barthelmess' hoods committed, can Brent do anything?

It's a remake of 1932's THE MOUTHPIECE, and like many of Brian Foy's B productions, moves along at a good clip. Brent is good in the part, solid if a tad stolid, and backed by a cast that includes Virginia Bruce, Brenda Marshall, George Tobias, and John Litel. But that competent speed never quite reaches the point of panic, and the movie seems lightweight as a result.

The Man Who Talked Too Much presumably refers to George Brent, who plays a district attorney who sends an innocent man to the death house. To compensate for his mistake he becomes a struggling defense lawyer, eventually taking on some nasty gangland types in order to make ends meet. The film starts in terrific fashion and is well acted and written throughout, but it eventually bogs down into a standard 'B' plot of frame-ups and revenge. Nevertheless I recommend this to anyone interested in second features, and it certainly has the grit one expects of Warner crime films. Watch for Marc Lawrence in one of his patented bad guy roles.

Brilliant ADA Stephen M. Forbes (George Brent) gets an innocent man executed. In frustration, he quits to work for the innocent. Only it doesn't pay well. That when gangster Roscoe recruits Steve to be a mob lawyer. He uses the money to put his younger brother Johnny through law school.

I saw the punch coming a mile away and the KO really bugged me. I can take a bit of artistic license, but I can't take that. The stunts are too outrageous. This is based on a play and is the second adaptation. While I can accept the premise as written, it feels constructed. Mostly, I don't like Steve turning into a mob lawyer that quick. Maybe he could defend Roscoe first without agreeing to defend all his friends. This deals with a real lawyer issue, but does it in a rather ham-fisted way. This is borderline fine.

As much as Americans express pride in their political and legal system, it is also true that they hold politicians and attorneys in very low esteem. The popular perception of lawyers as unethical and devious is not new and here it permeates this modest 1940 feature. What George Brent does on the screen has little connection to reality (there is one particularly silly scene in which he grandstands by ingesting poison during a murder trial), but sets the stage for his reformation and a happy ending.

The movie flies by so it may be worth 76 minutes of a viewer's time as a reminder of Hollywood's long-standing tradition of disparaging the legal profession.