Edward G. Robinson
|Released by Warner Bros. | Directed by Mervyn LeRoy
Run time: 68 minutes
Proof That It’s a Pre-Code Film
- There’s a surprisingly detailed discussion of electrocution death.
- “I ain’t gonna live with no lily!”
- When Bud gets distracted early in the movie, he gets hot to pick up a pair of prostitutes.
- “Come home sober!”
- The marriage in this film may be one of the most toxic put to film; it’s founded on gold digging and sustained through prostitution.
- “Alright big boy, what do I look like now?”
“Exactly what you are.”
- You empathize with a murderer.
Two Seconds: Bugs and Rats
“It ain’t fair to let a rat live and kill a man! It don’t make sense!”
I never knew where Two Seconds was going, which is an impressive feat for a film that starts with its protagonist being led to the electric chair.
John Allen (Robinson) is a nice guy with airs. His best friend and roommate, Bud (Foster), work on the girders high above New York City building skyscrapers. The height will make the fall more spectacular. John is the kind of guy who muses this at the film’s beginning, with no sense of foreboding:
“You know, you get up here and look down on them… you get a different slant on the whole thing. They only seem like a crawling bunch of little flies. Look at them crawling down there. The banker and the lawyer and the fancy dame… all the rest of them thinking they’re doing big things, making speeches and getting into the papers and cheating and hating each other… I bet your god gets a big laugh out this whole world.”
John’s belief in his own superiority immediately runs him into trouble. In a dance hall, he meets Shirley, who is getting into rows with handsy customers. John thinks that she’s complaining about the men’s behavior; she’s actually complaining about the price. When she learns that John makes a healthy salary and seems pretty easy to push around to boot, she gets him trashed and, in one brutal moment, married. He’s too drunk to say “I do”, but she gives the priest $10 to overlook that little lapse.
There’s a brief moment where this marriage seems like it could work out, but that’s only because John can’t admit that his belief that Shirley was a classy dame is a complete falsehood. Bud objects strenuously to the union, putting John in a bind between his best friend and new wife. Seeing himself as infallible, he can’t reconcile Shirley’s actions with his glowing faith in her and a tragedy happens. Shirley has discovered that being married has given her a better bargaining position (“I’ve found out a ‘Mrs.’ can get away with all kinds of things a ‘Miss’ can’t.”). John, an emotional wreck, concedes to let his wife pay for things– even though it’s pretty clear how she’s doing it.
There are so many moments of casual brutality that compose Two Seconds, a movie about pride hollowing a man from the inside out. Shirley is such an interesting wolf in sheep’s clothing, a woman who will do just about anything to simply survive and, when the opportunity presents itself ,thrive. She lobs venom at John. When he’s at his lowest, paralyzed by guilt and self-pity, she pointedly asks, “By the way, have you got any life insurance?”
John is an interesting study, a man whose aspirations blind and destroy him. There are threads of how his attachment to his masculinity and surety doom him, twist him, and spit him out. His friendship with Bud frames the film; Bud is more carefree with his money and attentions, which John scoffs at. But Bud is street smart, and he knows that Shirley plays John like a piano. They’re a good compliment to one another, but once the equilibrium is gone, it’s gone.
The direction from Mervyn LeRoy grows increasingly claustrophobic as the film wears on, ending in a blackened courtroom with just a spotlight on Robinson’s melting face. The finale has been called out by practically everyone (see below) for the intensity of Robinson’s crazed performance, rightfully so. While the movie’s structure is just a bit too unbalanced– it takes a while to fully start the descent– when all of its pieces come together in the final twenty minutes, it becomes an vivid, haunting nightmare.
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Other Reviews, Trivia, and Links
- Streamline (formerly Movie Morlocks) has a really appreciation from Moira Finnie. This includes one thing about the movie I found myself unsure of even mentioning:
Btw, the marketing of Two Seconds on the poster at the top of this post claims that the movie was bringing audiences “Edward G. Robinson in his first great love drama!” could not be farther from the tone of this film. The only tenderness and love on display is that of the two friends played by Robinson and Foster. There is a hint that the closeness between the two men has a “cleanness”, as Robinson’s character describes it, that suggests a trace of a homoerotic attachment.
- Mordaunt Hall in the New York Times enjoyed it:
The various glimpses of an unenviable existence are set forth with no little truth. […] The dialogue is crisp and natural, and when Mr. Robinson depicts the nerveracked condition of Allen or delivers a heated talk to the judge who sentences him, his acting is unusually impressive. In spite of its drab tale, it calls forth admiration, for it never falters.
- Cliff Aliperti at Immortal Ephemera really got into this one:
But Osborne and the rest really are just extra flavor, Two Seconds is all Robinson. He’s the entire attraction here. It’s not a subtle performance by any means. No, it’s like someone zapped him with a cattle prod leaving us with nothing but total frantic energy. As over the top as this might have been, I never found myself doubting Robinson He brought it all off as natural and I don’t believe there are many who could have delivered in this part as realistically as he did.
- Movie Diva has a ton of background on Edward G. Robinson and how this film languished in obscurity until recently. She quotes Mick LaSalle discussing it in Dangerous Men:
There’s a scene at the end of this film that I think you won’t soon forget. As La Salle describes Robinson’s courtroom speech, “The thinking is twisted. The passion takes him over the edge. He cracks before your eyes. This is Robinson, the great American actor, in the most intense minutes of his film career. He endows the speech with the shape and size of melodrama, but maintains the precision of a ballet dancer. Remaining true to his core, and so in control, he goes to a deep place, without fear, hesitation or bluffing, using himself unflinchingly. No movie star ever looked like Robinson, and he’s beautiful.”
- Edward Copeland’s Tangents walks delicately with the plot details, but makes some smart observations:
In Two Seconds, the hardship of the Depression doesn’t bring out the nobility of the characters. It brings out fear, greed, lust, despair, and ultimately madness. […] At first, Preston Foster is slightly hard to take as Bud. He had recently played the role on stage, and he’s still a bit “big” for the movie. I always thought Foster was a lousy actor until I found out that he was also a guitarist and composer; he wrote the Muddy Waters classic “Got My Mojo Working,” which makes him a hero in my book. Essentially he was a proto-beatnik, and maybe too hip to take seriously the cardboard roles that usually came his way. Despite his overemphasis, he’s intensely likeable as Bud. His love for John is the motor of the movie and one of its few grace notes.
- Bud, early in the film, cracks that a girl “ain’t no Peggy Joyce!”. Joyce was a famous, sexually capricious socialite who also appeared in 1933’s International House.
- Another reference in the film: one person asks, “Hey! Who’s the smiling lieutenant down there?”, a reference to, of course, The Smiling Lieutenant.
- One last note: the image on the DVD cover for this one is not from this movie; I spent about 20 minutes Googling and couldn’t figure out what movie it really belongs to, though. If you know, leave a comment!
Awards, Accolades & Availability
- This film is available on Amazon thanks to Warner Archive. (And thank you to Warner Archive for providing a review copy of this film.)
Terence · October 16, 2017 at 6:51 am
Preston Foster the actor did not write Got My Mojo Working.The song was written by Preston “Red” Foster, an a black songwriter from New York for Ann Cole, a gospel singer turned blues singer. She opened for Muddy Waters on a Southern tour and he heard the song, recorded it around the same time as her. The record company Chess put his name on the label as the writer and Foster (through Cole’s record company, Baton) sued. The Ann Cole version is little known today but Muddy’s has become a bluesstandard.
Patricia Nolan-Hall (@CaftanWoman) · October 16, 2017 at 7:03 am
A most engrossing film.
The DVD cover image appears to be from Smart Money. It looks like Billy House next to Robinson.
Crochetcat · October 16, 2017 at 5:47 pm
Gonna agree with you – that was my first guess!
Raquel Stecher (@QuelleLove) · October 16, 2017 at 8:09 am
I gotta check this one out.
Ben · October 16, 2017 at 11:51 am
I rated it a 7 on IMDb, which translates to ‘excellent’ for me.
brianpaige · November 4, 2017 at 3:47 pm
Two Seconds seriously has one of Robinson’s best performances. The whole bizarre, surreal courtroom scene near the end has to have some of his all time best acting. He’s totally over the top but in that case why wouldn’t he be? When it was over I just sat there thinking “Whoa!”
KenR · June 20, 2019 at 2:21 am
Two Seconds is quite a one-off picture. Nothing outlandish with the great Robinsons performance here – hes playing a man who’s gone over the edge and now calling on the law to recognise his actions as those of a man correcting the wrongs of another. Don’t miss this one – engrossing in all depts. The Warner Archive packaging is so cheap they even have an image from the wrong movie on the cover!
KenR · June 24, 2019 at 1:36 am
Two Seconds is somewhat a one of a kind picture and not shown as much as it should. I’ve also noticed it said that some thought the magnificent Edward G. Robinson performance is over the top – but, these folk don’t seem to realise that’s just as it should have been!. Playing high rise construction riveter John Allen, he’s giving us is a character performance as true to type as we’re ever likely to see. A common everyman who understands that there’s so much more to know, and he wants to delve into learning more about everything. In fact, it’s a serious study of the common people who make up a large majority of working-class society. The pre-code dialogue tells it just the way they did in these circles, and the perverse characters that cruise within these situations – can see in this simple idealistic man – a choice target for their predatory vulgarity.
A strong compliment of supporting cast members brings them to the screen bristling with life. Legendary director Mervin LeRoy keeps his story moving along its unpredictable path – with superb Sol Polito cinematic photography, creating eye-popping visuals that carry the viewer to the haunting finale within a darkened courtroom, then onto the final jolt. For a motion picture produced in 1932, the use of sound (especially in the linking devices) is exemplary.
No-one serious about the development of motion pictures as a dramatic art form or the sterling career of the one and only Mr Robinson should miss this minor classic. The Warner Archive DVD is so cheaply packaged they even have a still from another movie on the cover! Thank goodness the original film source supplies images clean enough to enjoy. Highly recommended.
David · February 1, 2020 at 10:01 am
The ending quart room scene is what everybody seems to be commenting about, but I thought the better seen was the one that was a few scenes before that one, when the bookie played by Guy Kibbee comes in and pays him off. The emotions he goes through about what to do with the money and how he adds up the debts is fascinating. Just watch what he does with a cigarette
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