The Wild North (1952)
(On Cable TV, February 2022) As I make my way through the second and third tiers of Cyd Charisse movie, it’s easy to notice a trend that’s simply as obvious from her best-known movies: Given her dark hair and middle-European facial features (she was of German/Austrian ethnicity), she could reasonably pass as someone of non-Caucasian ethnicity and Hollywood certainly noticed: She was cast as a Mexican in at least two films, while in The Wild North she gets to play Native-American. Or rather First Nation, as the film takes place in the Canadian North. Now, it doesn’t hurt to say that Charisse looks really cute in stereotypical tresses… but in-between her casting and Stewart Granger’s oversized French-Canadian accent, it’s difficult to take the film seriously. Which may not be as scathing a criticism as you can imagine, considering that the film is made in the overblown tradition of the MGM technicolour spectacles, in a reality somewhere adjacent to ours. Even the plot goes back to basics with a French-Canadian trapper accused of murder, a steadfast Mountie tasked with bringing him in, and the First Nation girl showing up at infrequent intervals to make things more interesting. There are some good things about the result if you’re willing to be indulgent: most notably some good action scenes set in the wilderness, thankfully shot in colour rather than black-and-white. The dialogue-heavy portions of the film, on the other hand, veer closer to comedy than thriller. As a French-Canadian, I’m not entirely unhappy with Granger’s broad accent—he behaves in such an over-the-top way that it’s more charming than insulting. Still, this all makes The Wild North a bit of a draw: uneven, often disappointing, sometimes interesting. I may need a second viewing to make up my mind.