This picture feels like one of the Capra/Riskin classics of the thirties but made a decade later there's something not quite right. The prog-rock analogy would be when Marillion in the 80s tried to emulate Genesis of the 70s - really good but lacking authenticity.
The golden partnership of Frank Capra and Robert Riskin had broken up by now and both were pursuing solo careers. The two former friends now really disliked each other and when Riskin saw his old pal's IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE, he was furious that Capra had made a film just like the ones he used to write himself. Consequently he made this as his reply. Although Riskin's film has exactly the same tone and mood as his earlier works he did with Capra in the thirties, he seems to try too hard to outdo Capra by making the story a little bit too far-fetched and being even more sentimental and mushy.
The films he made with Capra were incredibly sentimental but they work - they're believable and engaging. I think the passing of the decade from the thirties to the forties made this type of film too sweet for our tastes today. The thirties were a long time ago, we don't know anyone from that decade so we imagine them as a distinct species living in a Hollywood dream world where sentimentality was as natural as air and where an overwhelming sense of optimism, decency and kindness would always overcome the evils of society. OK, the forties is also a long time ago, because it's post-war those people don't seem that remote - they're virtually the same as us and don't think that differently to us. Seeing therefore that 1930s mind-set transposed to people whom we think are like us doesn't quite sit right.
Being a big 1930s movie fan, it's great although a little sad to see the stalwarts of the pre-code days - but much older. We've former leading men, Regis Toomey and Wallace Ford now in supporting roles. We have Donald Meek and the great grumpy Ned Sparks in their last roles. The presence of these 'old timers' adds some necessary nostalgia from the earlier decade. Necessary because the whole premise of this picture is to imbue the audience with a sense of how warm, cozy and innocent America was before the war. What Riskin tries to do is make another of his classic little guy fights and beats 'the man.' In this case the little guy is a whole innocent and idyllic little town and 'the man' is greed and corruption. The trouble is that it's now 1947 so stories like his didn't quite resonate with a cynical post-war audience. Just like IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE, this film was a momentous flop at the time (although IAWL lost even more money!)
MAGIC TOWN is not a bad film, it's just a rather pale reflection of better films! Whereas those earlier picture developed tension and a sense of outrage when things looked like they were starting to go wrong for our hero, this just plods along its predestined well-trodden path. You don't develop any empathy with the characters. Maybe that's because the hero of this story isn't really James Stewart, it's vaguer than that. Is the hero meant to be the townsfolk, these "average Americans" or possibly good old American values.
You can't engage with these people. James Stewart as always is likeable but he's not loveable in this one. Jane Wyman is pleasant enough but she doesn't exhibit any real personality and you honestly couldn't care less whether or not any romance develops between her and James Stewart. Worst of all - it feels like hours and hours of the story are devoted to Mr Stewart coaching a basketball team of pretentious kids - nobody cares.... no, worse than that is actually the school song which again goes on for about an hour allowing the camera to pan over every single man, woman and dog in the whole annoying town allowing them all to do their bit of acting as tears of pride well up in their eyes and smiles of affection abound (I can't say I put my hand on my heart and look wistfully at the sky when I think of my old school but that's clearly what everyone in 1947 did!).
What's most disappointing is William Wellman, Mr Action himself. It's hard to believe that "Wild Bill" Wellman made such a slow paced (plodding through treacle) mediocre movie. But would Frank Capra have made it better? Probably not - his output in the fifties wasn't anything to be that proud about either.
