11/05/2021
Ben Hecht was the go-to script doctor for many years. I suspect he would have knocked off this bit of brilliance between lunch and cocktail time.
The ending of "Foreign Correspondent" (1940) with Joel McCrea delivering a propaganda broadcast as bombs fall on London was written (by Ben Hecht) and shot after the rest of the movie was completed. It replaced a more sardonic ending in which ffolliott (George Sanders, and, yes, the character's surname starts with two lowercase "f"'s) tells Haverstock/John Jones (McCrea) how the enemies will likely cover up the incidents depicted in the main part of the movie.
John Jones: "Hello, America. I've been watching a part of the world being blown to pieces. A part of the world as nice as Vermont, and Ohio, and Virginia, and California, and Illinois lies ripped up and bleeding like a steer in a slaughterhouse, and I've seen things that make the history of the savages read like Pollyanna legends. I've seen women..."
[bombs begin exploding]
English Announcer: "It's a raid; we shall have to postpone the broadcast."
John Jones: "Oh, postpone, nothing! Let's go on as long as we can."
English Announcer: "Madam, we have a shelter downstairs."
John Jones: "How about it, Carol?"
Carol Fisher: "They're listening in America, Johnny."
John Jones: "Okay, we'll tell 'em, then. I can't read the rest of the speech I had, because the lights have gone out, so I'll just have to talk off the cuff. All that noise you hear isn't static - it's death, coming to London. Yes, they're coming here now. You can hear the bombs falling on the streets and the homes. Don't tune me out, hang on a while - this is a big story, and you're part of it. It's too late to do anything here now except stand in the dark and let them come... as if the lights were all out everywhere, except in America. Keep those lights burning, cover them with steel, ring them with guns, build a canopy of battleships and bombing planes around them. Hello, America, hang on to your lights: they're the only lights left in the world!"
This movie serves as a perfect example of why McCrea's nickname at the time was "The Poor Man's Gary Cooper," since Cooper had been Hitchcock's first choice for the title role, and McCrea's performance was widely regarded as "Cooperesque." Even with McCrea being paid far less than Cooper would have been, the production budget for this film ballooned to the point that, while it was a mid-level hit for United Artists, it wound up being one of the few Hitchcock titles that failed to turn a profit. (IMDb)
Happy Birthday, Joel McCrea!