“There is nothing new new in the world except the history you do not know,” Harry Truman said at the beginning of one of the more infamous wars on free speech in these “free” United States.
That’s a big part of the value of “Storm Center,” a McCarthy Era drama starring Bette Davis, about an attempt to ban a book filled with “preposterous ideas” by people afraid of the idea of “ideas,” aka that generation’s crank fringe conservatives.
It’s a modest “it could happen here/it is happening here/it could happen again” drama about a beloved librarian taking a principled stand in the middle of “communist witch hunt” America.
Dated, quaint, well-acted and reasonably well-argued, it overcomes fairly pedestrian direction on its march towards a fine, seething flourish of a finish, much of it provided by She Who Seethes, the Oscar-winning icon Davis.
Mrs. Hull (Davis) is a bullwark against illiteracy and ignorance in her hometown of Kenport, a widow who devoted her life to founding a Free Public Library and who runs it with efficiency and an eye towards the future. The Baby Boom generation of new children tell her it’s time for a “children’s wing.” That’s what she figures the city council wants to meet her about when old friend Judge Ellerbe (Paul Kelly) calls.
But she might have gotten a clue about this “problem” book Ellerbe checked out that very morning — “The Communist Dream.”
When she meets with the “five foghorns from city hall, each trying to out-toot the other,” she finds one in particular (Brian Keith) more than happy to join the rest in a unanimous endorsement of her “children’s wing,” but determined to lead the lot in strong-arming her to remove that book.
Quid pro quo or no, Mrs. Hull agrees. But as she sits and ruminates with her assistant (Kim Hunter), she cannot get over the very idea of “getting rid of a book” over its “ideas.”
The lady’s got a gauntlet and it’s about to be tossed.
Sallie Brophy and Joe Mantell play parents — she’s “cultured,” plays Chopin at the piano, he’s a loving working class mug — whose little boy Freddie (Kevin Coughlin) has fallen under the reading spell. Like all the smart kids in town, he worships Mrs. Hull. Everybody knows the boarding house she lives in, and kids stop her on the street every morning on her way to work, selling raffle tickets for charity, asking about books, letting how know how beloved she is.
But with five “foghorns” fretting over electoral challenges from commie-fearing/blacklist happy voters, with much of the town gripped by the fear of communist infiltration and “grooming” and the nuclear threat that hangs over that, Mrs. Hull may find herself wearing a new label — “communist sympathesizer.”
The script, by director and Oscar-winning “From Here to Eternity” screenwriter Daniel Taradash and screenwriter Elick Moll (“The House on Telegraph Hill”), may be preachy at times. But the writers take pains to show a town divided, with the louder elements (conservatives) shouting down and intimidating everybody else, even those figures (Edward Platt) inclined to stand up for real American values.
This plays out, in microcosm, in little Freddie Slater’s house, where his piano playing mother goes toe to toe with her unread husband, who can’t understand why his son has “his head always buried in a book” when he should be playing baseball. Danged commie in the making. Dad’ll fix that.
You don’t have to know the movie or read the headline to this review to know Bette D. is saving up that “over my dead body” line for the third act.
The “quaint” label I slapped on the picture earlier comes in the Disney-esque Americana of the setting, a lily white Mayberry where the opening of a library wing calls for a “library anthem,” speeches and another confrontation.
Keith makes a fine villain. No mustache to curl, no sermons about communism, just insidious myopia and unprincipled opportunism, very representative of an era where Republicans rode McCarthyism into the White House, and then professed to be “shocked SHOCKED” when the demogogue came after Eisenhower’s beloved military.
If there’s a line from this solid, polished “programmer,” very representative of Hollywood’s modest budget efforts during TV’s first “golden age,” that rings through the ages, the co-writers give it to Davis, a sentiment worth remembering as a divided America re-divides over every new “issue” that confronts us.
“You can’t run a library or a town council to please everybody.”
A little less time fretting over what pleases the fearful, the hate-filled and the ignorant is always in order.
“Civil liberties” and “intellectual freedom” are always faced with the challenges of “censorship” and demagoguery. If we’re lucky, a new Mrs. Hull shows up and shames us all into remembering what we’re supposed to stand for. And if we’re really lucky, she’ll be a Bette Davis, because nobody messes with Bette Davis and doesn’t get as good as she or he gets.
Rating: “approved,” TV-PG
Cast: Bette Davis, Brian Keith, Kim Hunter, Kevin Coughlin, Sallie Brophy, Joe Mantell and Edward Platt.
Credits: Directed by Daniel Taradash, scripted by Daniel Taradash and Elick Moll. A Columbia Pictures release on Tubi, Amazon, etc.
Running time: 1:23