All That Money Can Buy aka The Devil and Daniel Webster (1941)
(On Cable TV, March 2022) I’m fond of deal-with-the-devil stories, and that partially explains why I expected much more from The Devil and Daniel Webster. Taking place in nineteenth century New Hampshire, the story follows a farmer after he makes a pact with the devil for luck and prosperity on his hardscrabble farm. “Mr. Scratch” obligingly appears and arranges for said good fortune, in exchange for a mere soul seven years later. Except that by the time the seven years are over, it’s debatable how much of a soul our protagonist has left considering his subsequent turn toward evil. Frantic to avoid hellish condemnation, he turns to gifted orator Daniel Webster to arrange a formal trial to decide the fate of the contract. What’s most noteworthy about the film (yet toned down considerably from Stephen Vincent Benét’s original short story) is the sheer Americanism of it—gleefully linking the farmer’s fate to that of the republic, dredging infamous figures from American history to act as jurors, and opposing the essential nature of Americans against nothing less than the devil. It’s all a bit big, yet charming in its own way, as the film becomes increasingly fantastical. But that quirk of execution is not enough to make the result all that compelling—while Edward Arnold is not bad as Webster (and Walter Huston as Mr. Scratch), the film doesn’t quite take off when it should—for a film whose third act is predicated on fanciful oration, the result remains more pedestrian than expected. The rest of The Devil and Daniel Webster can be a slog as well, especially in the first act where all the expected pieces are still being put together. It all amounts to a rather disappointing result—not quite the solid hit that should have been.