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SPOILER ALERT: Think of this as Miami Vice, circa 1949. It has adultery, addicts, and drug dealing gangsters living in a mansion on the water with a private dock and hanger. All it needs are pastel colors and a Ferrari.

The movie starts off with a guilt ridden Richard Widmark flying into a hurricane, reflecting on his screwed up life. We learn in a late reveal that his downward spiral started during WW2 when he was a Navy pilot who disobeyed orders, broke formation and bombed and sank a Jap cruiser. He was punished, not rewarded, so he left the Navy and was paid very well to fly a private Grumman Mallard around the Caribbean on errands for wealthy but shady Italian "candy distributors" from Chicago. Nudge nudge wink wink, but the word Mafia is not used.

His girl Veronica Lake is an addict, but this was deemphasized and she is given little to do. She just complains about being sick, and looks like dog food. This is sad since the movie was made only seven years after Lake's dazzling magic act in This Gun For Hire. Considering that Lake's husband Andre De Toth was the director, and that they were trying to restart her career, they did a horrible job. Anyway, Widmark runs into his old Navy pal John Russell and his hot wife Linda Darnell, who had previously been Widmark's girl friend. Widmark immediately reignites the old flame, and they start an affair. Jumping on your best friend's wife is bad form and they know it, but that doesn't stop them. In sum, Widmark does a fine job of acting like a creep on many levels.

There are good aerial scenes with the Grumman Mallard, and Widmark's pal takes him on a ride through a hurricane in a four engine weather plane, probably a Privateer which is a B-24 with a single tail.

Of course Widmark hits bottom and his shady life style falls apart because The Wicked Are Punished, at least in the movies. A drug deal involving an absurdly small amount of white powder goes sour, and heavies are sent to kill Widmark. His pal learns about the affair, gets drunk and attacks him. Since the pal is in no condition to fly into an approaching hurricane, his Navy career will be ruined. Thus Widmark, feeling guilty as hell, snags a plane and flies solo into the hurricane, gathering crucial data for the hurricane warning system. Good footage of wind and wave damage is spliced in. Widmark's heroic act redeems him; he rejoins the Navy and is even belatedly decorated for his WW2 feat of arms. He takes an overseas assignment and wisely ditches Lake. After being a creep for most of the movie, Widmark straightens up and flies right after all. Other pilots' wives are safe - for now.

"Hurricane." An interesting word with curious features, borrowed and mangled by the Spanish from the Arawak Indians of the Caribbean who, in turn, had borrowed it from the Mayan god of storms, Huracán. He must have been even meaner than Yahweh, who was at least more discriminating in his deployment of destruction.

Richard Widmark is Slattery, the pilot who flies his Grumman Goose into the storm and muses about his life course. He's pretty mean too. The film open with Widmark preparing to take the seaplane out and beating hell out of the well-meaning guy who tries to stop him.

Another guy who gets belted, John Russell, is an old friend of Widmark's from their days as naval aviators during the war. Russell is still in the service while Widmark has become a civilian pilot for a Florida magnate who imports and exports "chocolate". (Read "drugs".) Widmark's girl friend, Veronica Lake, works as the magnate's secretary. Both of them live on the estate. Something just occurs to me -- what is a "magnate" anyway? The plot is a little twisted at this point, and gets moreso. When Russell and Widmark first bump into one another in Florida, Russell introduces his wife, Linda Darnell. We discover, while Russell and Lake are dancing, that Widmark and Darnell had been lovers in San Diego. The expository dialog is painfully deadening. "We didn't just split up -- you walked out on me." "I left YOU? How do you think I felt?" Neither Russell nor Lake know about this earlier liaison. Widmark is so mean that, old friendship notwithstanding, he puts moves on Darnell and succeeds.

The noirish interior monologue by Widmark lacks any poetry. Mostly, he rebukes himself abundantly. "Oh, brother, you got just what you asked for, didn't you. Well, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?" At any rate, we get to like John Russell, a typical standard Navy officer, cheerful, competent, uncomprehending of women. And there's an adrenalin thrill when Widmark takes Russell up for a check flight in that Grumman Goose. Widmark shuts off one engine and flies it around in a steep bank, while Russell checks out the manifold pressure and so forth. The two of them are grinning like kids. Russell flies a Privateer for the Navy, a modified B-24. I flew in one too, in the Coast Guard, and the pilot also shut down an engine over the Pacific. I didn't care for the flight.

It's a complex role for Widmark. He's neither the unmitigated sadist of "Kiss of Death" nor the tireless promoter of the public weal, as in "Panic in the Streets." He must be strong in the wrong ways and weak in the good ways until he develops a moral spine. It must be difficult to play a drunk in the movies because Widmark is a competent actor but he can't handle a drunk scene believably. I was a magnificent drunk in two scenes in the much underrated art house classic, "Too Young The Hero." Lee Marvin does a good drunk too. Not Widmark. And Richard Egan and Doris Day were embarrassing to watch when they had drunk scenes.

Veronica Lake is not the diminutive femme of ten years earlier. Her features are slightly more pronounced and they look ready to express some subtle emotion but they never get around to it. Linda Darnell looks fine.

It's not a bad film. The romantic drama turns the story more sluggish than it ought to be, but, as in Herman Wouk's "The Caine Mutiny," the romance merely reflects the development of the protagonist's character. The business of flying and dealing with storms is fun.

Slattery's Hurricane has Richard Widmark as a former Navy Pilot who know is a private pilot for Joe DeSantis who is a narcotics smuggler. Widmark does not look too hard at what he's doing nor at the characters around DeSantis. One reason he's hanging around is because of Veronica Lake who is the 'secretary' to DeSantis. By the way DeSantis says he's a candy manufacturer.

All that changes when Widmark meets up with John Russell and his new wife Linda Darnell. Widmark and Darnell have history which Russell doesn't know about and history starts to repeat itself. Which makes Lake unhappy because she has a real thing for Widmark.

This film was Widmark's second with first billing. The film was directed by Andre DeToth who was married to Veronica Lake at the time. This was Lake's loan out film from Paramount to 20th Century Fox and as it wasn't her studio, Fox gave Widmark and Darnell their stars billing over Lake. DeToth however gave his wife the best scenes and Lake does perform admirably. This film would also be the one in which she walked away from Hollywood after.

It was rather obvious that Widmark was supposed to die in this film, yet the studio cheapened it to allow a happily ever after film. Sadly that decision drops Slattery's Hurricane into a list of mediocre films, not the best for any of the principal players involved.