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Daisy Kenyon

1947

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US DVD.US Blu-ray.20th Century-Fox.  99 minutes.

 

US theatrical release: 12/25/47.

 

DVD release: 3/11/08.

Blu-ray release: 11/15/16.

Cast: Joan Crawford (as "Daisy Kenyon"), Dana Andrews, Henry Fonda, Ruth Warrick, Martha Stewart, Peggy Ann Garner, Connie Marshall, Nicholas Joy, Art Baker, Robert Karnes, John Davidson, Victoria Horne, Charles Meredith, Roy Roberts, Griff Barnett.

Credits:  Based on the 1945 novel by Elizabeth Janeway. Screenplay: David Hertz. Producer/Director: Otto Preminger. Camera: Leon Shamroy. Art Directors: Lyle Wheeler and George Davis. Musical score: David Raksin. Musical director: Alfred Newman. Costumes: Charles LeMaire. Editor: Louis Loeffler.

 

Plot Summary: Daisy Kenyon stars Joan Crawford as the eponymous heroine, a Manhattan commercial artist. Daisy is torn between two men: a handsome, married attorney (Dana Andrews) and an unmarried Henry Fonda. Deciding to do the "right thing", Daisy marries Fonda, but carries a torch for the dashing Andrews. When the lawyer divorces his wife, he calls upon Daisy and tries to win her back. She is very nearly won over, but her husband isn't about to give up so easily. Both men argue over Daisy, who is so distraught by the experience that she nearly has a fatal automobile accident. In the end, Daisy realizes that she truly loves Fonda, and gives Andrews his walking papers. Daisy Kenyon is given a contemporary slant with a subplot about child abuse (in a Joan Crawford film!); and, in one scene set at New York's Stork Club, several celebrities (Walter Winchell, Leonard Lyons, John Garfield) make unbilled cameo appearances. ~ Hal Erickson, All Movie Guide

 

IMDb page.

 


 

Critics' Reviews:

T.M.P. in the New York Times

December 25, 1947

 

Joan Crawford is having man-trouble again in "Daisy Kenyon," which Twentieth Century-Fox presented last night at the Roxy. As the picture opens Miss Crawford is the odd party of that sturdy old triangle and not content with her share of the affections of Dana Andrews who has a wife and two kids over on Park Avenue. Then Henry Fonda comes into her life and proposes marriage, knowing full well that he must for the time being be content as second man in her heart. Now the plot begins to bubble and boil in real earnest and 'ere long we are contemplating a tempestuous romantic quadrangle as Miss Crawford flits from husband to lover and vice versa.

"Daisy Kenyon" is "back street" drama with added complications, but it is, notwithstanding the above unadorned outline, somewhat more mature and compelling than the usual run of pictures of this sort. That is, it should be hastily added, up to a point and then the story goes completely to pot. The weakness here is the scenario, for after David Hertz builds up his problem he obviously doesn't know how to resolve it, at least, not with any noticeable ingenuity.

Miss Crawford is, of course, an old hand at being an emotionally confused and frustrated woman and she plays the role with easy competence. Henry Fonda, too, is likable but somewhat more sympathetic and passive than a husband in such circumstances has any right to be. As the philandering father, Dana Andrews gives a performance that is full of vitality and technical grace, but it lacks authority. Mr. Andrews, somehow, just doesn't appear to be the type.

As the producer-director of "Daisy Kenyon," Otto Preminger keeps the film going at a nice clip and this helps greatly to gloss over the threadbare portions of the narrative, which would be a lot more obvious in the hands of less attractive players.

 

Otis L. Guernsey, Jr., in the New York Herald Tribune (1947):

    Preminger accomplishes no mean feat in guiding these people in and out among the interweavings of their own complexes, and he does wonders in varying the action of similar scenes. Working with Miss Crawford's iridescence, Fonda's diffidence, and Andrews' aggressiveness, he stages these synthetic involvements as though he believed every minute of them.

 

 

Dave Kehr in the New York Times

December 30, 2007 (part of review for 16-day Preminger film fest at NYC's Film Forum)

...Of course Preminger was fully aware of the publicity value of trampling taboos and often courted controversy as a way of keeping his name in the papers. Good politics was good business. The lamp never stopped swinging.

But as the personality fades, the films remain and seem to grow in stature. Long dismissed as another “women’s picture,” “Daisy Kenyon” now plays as a bristling mass of ambiguity. Joan Crawford, her excesses reined in by the always watchful Preminger, plays a New York career woman — a magazine illustrator with a Greenwich Village studio — who is starting to feel her age.

Daisy, no longer content to live with the broken promises of her married lover, a high-powered lawyer (Dana Andrews, in one of his many excellent performances for Preminger, who made him a star with “Laura”), allows herself to be seduced by an emotionally damaged war veteran (Henry Fonda, his dark side on rare display). As the drama unfolds, in a psychological combat zone strung out between the Stork Club in Manhattan and a cabin on Cape Cod, Preminger refuses to favor the point of view of any single character above the others, leaving the viewer with a deep sense of tension and irresolution.

In the concluding scene — it is too quick and intangible to be called a climax — Fonda’s character reveals a new aspect to his motivation that casts a very different light on what we have just seen, a device that Preminger would often use in years to come. We think we are watching one film, only to find we’ve been watching another....

 

 

Essay by Kevin John ("neumu" online 'zine, 2003).

 


 

Our Reviews:

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Stuart Hoggan.Stuart Hoggan (April 2014)

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Though initially overlooked as another soapy vehicle for the actress playing the eponymous heroine, Otto Preminger's Daisy Kenyon is the last in the quartet of consecutive first-rate Joan Crawford pictures during the 40s.

In a setting that surely informed the future cosmopolitan romantic troubles of heroines like Carrie Bradshaw, and every episodic rhetorical question she typed into her laptop, Crawford, looking beatific in the lushest hour of her photography in cinema, plays a commercial artist who has been having an affair with a married attorney (Dana Andrews). Daisy seems astute enough to understand the relationship is passionate and ultimately without future, but the lack of reconciliation between those two factors chews away at her.

Daisy soon marries the sensitive war veteran Peter (a somewhat darkened Henry Fonda) for the painfully human sake of settling down, but this inspires Dan, whose daughter is subtly implied to be the victim of child abuse at the hands of his wife, to chase her harder. Essentially, the story here is a very simple one: affairs of the heart and their relatable mass of confusion that leads us all to make reckless, and occasionally stupid, decisions.

Developing the role that defined so many of her successful vehicles for MGM, Otto Preminger frames Crawford and her two lovers meticulously. Crawford, Fonda and Andrews are actually so natural in their scenes together it could be less acting and more breathing. One gleans the impression that what these characters say to one another are the veiled kind of truths designed to protect the pride.

Daisy Kenyon was crafted with the feel of a true film buff. Quietly it pokes fun at melodramatic contrivances and instead offers a mature portrayal of how love's exhortations can roughen up the best of us. It also serves more as a good showcase of Otto Preminger's skills and directorial devices than as a blockbuster geared towards showcasing stars. With Daisy Kenyon, Preminger carefully stages his three main players like chess pieces, luring out subtle and curiously ambiguous performances. Frankly it deserves reassessment.

 

 


 

Dolores Buckley.Dolores Buckley  (February 2011)

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I read the book before I saw the movie. Daisy was such a needy person that I could not imagine Joan Crawford playing a role like that.

 

The movie showed Daisy to be a stronger person, more in charge of her life. The book was more about the Dana Andrews character. Henry Fonda has a minimal role. The movie was more enjoyable than the book.

 

 


 

 

Norman Tipton, Jr.Norman Tipton, Jr.  (April 2008)

 

Daisy Kenyon is not worth the fuss. And I just don’t mean the film itself. The Daisy that everyone wants to pick is one of Joan’s most wilted women.

 

From the opening credits on, no one seems sure what this film is all about. Listen to the music … it sounds like we are being set up for a bouncy romantic comedy. But that’s just for starters as we have a lot of plots in Daisy’s garden.

 

Daisy inhabits an apartment on the most empty street ever to exist in Greenwich Village. Seriously, I think she’s the only inhabitant. Or we might chalk this up to 20th Century Fox shoddiness, which also abounds here. Speaking of shoddy, when we first meet our Daisy, she is wearing the word’s ugliest dress, a sort of Mildred Pierce meets Peter Pan. The  collar and turned up sleeves just don’t do it and are ill placed on an artist living in NYC. But then, Daisy gets herself dated up and puts on a replica of this disaster, except the cutesie collar and sleeves seem to be made of lace! And where is she headed in this creation? No less than the ultra-sophisticated Stork Club!

 

Now would be a good time to wonder: Is Daisy supposed to be some kind of rube? Probably not, despite her fashion sense. She seems to be able to hold her own and, of course, we have Crawford’s impeccable diction. But Crawford cannot seem to find the right notes for Daisy. Too often she seems like she’s just reciting the very talky lines.

 

Henry Fonda seems like he’s sleepwalking during the whole matter. Apparently he is still recovering from some war horror and we get to watch him endure a nightmare while the Fox orchestra booms.

 

And Dana Andrews … well, what actor could handle so many pointless subplots? There’s the non-resolved matter of his youngest daughter being physically abused by the mother. And what happened to his crusade to bash racism? And losing all child custody to Ruth Warrick (who should have been banned from all human contact just on the basis of the bad acting she does here)? Andrews’ character is meant to be something of a rogue, but must he call everyone he meets “honeybunch”?  There’s also no explanation for why his kids call him by his first name but at this point none is needed.

 

Everyone talks endlessly about the situation. It winds up with Crawford running through the snow from an incessantly ringing telephone, perhaps scared that yet another pointless conversation will ensue. She rolls her car and is fortunate to walk away with only one forehead curl out of place. Returning to her place to find Andrews and Fonda, playing cards and chummier together than either ever was with her, she orders them both back to New York. I think she might have had the right idea.

 

 

 


 

Movie Posters:

 

 Italy.      US 3-sheet. 41 x 81 inches.

 

 

US half-sheet. 22 x 28 inches.

 

 

Spain.         US one-sheet. 27 x 41 inches.

 

 

Spain.      France.

 

 


 

Lobby Cards:

 

US lobby. 11 x 14 inches.         

 

 

               Card #7.

 

 

US lobby.         Thanks, Jon, for sending this image.

 

 

Mexican lobby.

 

 


 

Books:

 

1945 original HC.       1947 movie tie-in PB.      1947 movie tie-in HC.

 

See the Books page for more info.

 


 

Misc. Images:

 

US ad. 'Two kinds of men...two kinds of love...in her life...and when she chooses it must be forever!'       US ad.       US ad.

  

 


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