The Last Time I Saw Paris

What a terrible case of bad casting. Van Johnson has the emotional range of Herbie the Love Bug. There is no chemistry between him and Taylor, who is as gorgeous as ever and makes you wonder why SHE could fall so hard for HIM. Why in the HELL is HE in this movie!!

The rest of the cast is near perfect by comparison. The story... er, well... it's terribly contrived and predictable. Aside from Johnson making his character a big baby, I could follow most of it with my disbelief suspended. This role calls for someone who 1) is loveable, 2) is a rake, 3) is a believeable drunk, 4) is physically at least half as attractive as Taylor, and lastly, 5) can act worth a damn. Needless to say, the person they chose fits none of these characteristics. William Holden would have been perfect in this role. I'd like to hear the back story of how Johnson got the part, because he must have been blackmailing someone.

"The Last Time I Saw Paris" was a hit in 1954-55, mostly because of the rising super star, Elizabeth Taylor. Taylor was the lead female, Helen Ellswirth, but her role and part in the story were second to the male lead, Charles Wills, played by Van Johnson. The fact that the 22-year-old Taylor was billed ahead of Johnson shows her star status and MGM's promo to cash in on the movie.

While it was a success at the box office - bringing in just under $5 million on a budget just under $2 million, the film finished 36th for the year. Considering its star content that included Walter Pidgeon, Donna Reed, Eva Gabor, and the rising Roger Moore, "The Last Time I Saw Paris" might have finished much better. There were many good movies in 1954, the year that "White Christmas" topped them all at the box office, and got just one Academy Award nomination. It was also the year of "Rear Window," "The Caine Mutiny," "The Glenn Miller Story," "On the Waterfront," "Magnificent Obsession," and a host of musicals, comedy romances, dramas, Westerns and war films that all fared better than this film.

Other reviewers have noted the characteristic of this film that sets it back. It's heavy melodrama, fodder for the daytime TV soap operas that were airing at the time. It's slow and drawn out. And, the fact that the main cast are almost all dysfunctional characters, puts a moribund pall over the film. It even starts off that way. So, the gaiety and excitement of the main period in the life of Charles Wills (Van Johnson) and Helen Ellswirth (Elizabeth Taylor) don't come off as fun at all. More pall descends on the film.

Walter Pidgeon's James Ellswirth interjects some light comedy in his hedonistic, irresponsible character. A young Roger Moore has the role of a tennis bum gigolo, Paul. And the capable Donna Reed is seen mostly as a sour, snippy woman with a huge secret that she can't hide from her husband, Claude Matine (George Dolenz), or the audience.

Van Johnson's role is strange, and one can't imagine why Helen would fall for him. Except for a little smiling and openness early, his character becomes moribund through most of the film. There are no exceptional or even very good portrayals in the film - perhaps Taylor's is the best as just okay.

I think this film had possibility, but the writers would need to put some life and spunk into Johnson's Wills. His self-pity wears very thin very fast; then his alcoholism and the very strange marital relationship of the two weighs down this film.

I strain to give the film five stars, so that's a credit as much to the decent but minor portrayal by Pidgeon. As the totally irresponsible head of the Ellswirth family, his witty philosophy at times provides the only spark for this film.

Here are the best lines of this movie, set in Paris just after the end of World War II.

James Ellswirth, "Your sister has made me very proud. We couldn't tell you the good news before, but Helen has been expelled from the university."

James Ellsworth, "Oh, now look, let her alone. After all, I was expelled from Harvard once, and why shouldn't a girl follow in her father's footsteps?"

Helen Ellswirth, "We're not rich either. We just live that way. Daddy says it the same thing, only it's much cheaper."

Helen Ellswirth, "Daddy says, it isn't what you have, it's what you owe."

James Ellswirth, "Helen getting married. Marion getting married. Father abandoned in middle age." Exhales, "Hmph. What man could ask for more?"

Charles Wills, "Is it Sunday already? What happened to Friday and Saturday?"

Charles Wills: "What'd I do?" Helen Ellswirth, "That, I'd be very interested to know."

Charles Wills: "Well, where are you going?" Helen, "To do something important - buy a new hat."

Though downbeat and sometimes sad, this is a generally well-crafted human drama that explores several aspects of family life and relationships. Elizabeth Taylor is the standout in a good cast, with Van Johnson also getting some good scenes. The postwar Paris setting is used in a number of well-conceived ways in the story.

Johnson plays the main character, a reporter and would-be novelist who begins the movie with a trip back to Paris, and begins reminiscing about the past. The character's career disappointments and family crises give much of the story a markedly pessimistic (if not depressing) tone, yet Johnson plays the part believably, and the story brings out some worthwhile thoughts, as his character gradually loses his perspective on things.

As his wife, Taylor's appeal and energy stand out every time she is on screen, but more importantly, she develops the character consistently throughout the story, often in interesting contrast to Johnson's character. She starts out as a rather spoiled, fun-loving young woman, then gradually takes on more depth and character. Her performance adds considerable meaning to the rest of the movie, and it also help in making the other characters more believable.

Walter_Pidgeon (sorry, otherwise can't get it past the spell-checker) seems to be having fun as the easygoing father, and Donna Reed does a solid job in a rather thankless role as Taylor's more serious, sometimes envious sister. Eva Gabor and a young Roger Moore play characters who are one-dimensional yet important to the plot.

Overall, everything works pretty well. The pace is just a bit slow at times, which occasionally makes for heavy going during the sadder stretches. But these always have a point, and as a whole it is a worthwhile drama with some interesting characters.

At the end of the war years his character, Charles, is a writer for the Stars and Stripes, and wants to continue a career in journalism. He meets James Ellswirth (Walter Pidgeon), an aging member of the lost generation, and his two grown daughters. There is level headed Marion (Donna Reed) and frisky flirtatious Helen (Elizabeth Taylor).

Charles and Marion are first an item, but then Helen steals him away from her own sister. Marion settles down with somebody else. That is to say, she settles for someone else. Houses tend to settle, and it's usually no fun to watch. But I digress.

Then the barren worthless oil fields that James gave Charles and Helen as a wedding present come in big time and suddenly Charles and Helen are fabulously wealthy and they transform into a second lost generation in the tradition of dear old dad, except this time with the money to make a really big mess of their lives. Charles quits his job and just becomes a huge drunken womanizing jerk, feeling sorry for himself because all of his rejection from publishers. This is where we get to the hard to believe part. I just don't buy Van Johnson as this tortured yet shallow soul. Louis B. Mayer, when he was redecorating MGM after Irving Thalberg's death, specifically hired Johnson because of his easy, song and dance man's likability and uncomplicated face. The part cries out for Kirk Douglas or maybe even better - Montgomery Clift.

A huge tragedy ensues, and Marion, taking time off from settling, comes back into the picture to make things even worse. Who do I really feel sorry for in this film full of unlikeable characters? Marion's husband, who at the end, finally figures out he's been settled for all of these years. You can see it in his face. And if that face looks familiar, it's because the actor is the father of Monkee Mickey Dolenz.

Come on, IMDb-ers! Check the credits for a film before you embarrass yourselves. It was Eva Gabor, not her sister, Zsa Zsa, who had a small role in this film. Mama Jolie and her glamorous daughters are a part of the American celebrity/entertainment scene that so many of us remember rather fondly and Eva, among them, was quite a charming actress. (Check out her appearances in Minnelli's "Gigi" and the Paul Newman/Joanne Woodward clunker, "A New Kind of Love," in which Eva almost stole the show, despite the presence of Thelma Ritter who usually carried off that particular prize.)

"The Last Time I Saw Paris" was typical mid-Fifties high gloss soap opera from M-G-M, and it's a bit of a surprise that Richard Brooks was the director, since he's noted for somewhat more topical and/or hard-hitting stuff. But, as a look back at the gorgeous Elizabeth emoting most fetchingly at the peak of her camera-worthiness, this one can hardly be beat.