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Jayne Mansfield and Kenneth More |
Raoul Walsh's The Sheriff of Fractured Jaw, from 1958, is a foredoomed project, a comic Western starring Jayne Mansfield and Kenneth More. The script by Howard Dimsdale, based on a short story by Jacob Hay, is a fish out of water comedy reminiscent of Ruggles of Red Gap and Paleface. More plays Jonathan Tibbs, the heir to an English armaments concern. To prove his mettle to his family, he ventures to the American West in hopes of opening up this burgeoning market for his family's wares. Through a series of ridiculous misunderstandings, the pacifistic Tibbs earns a fearsome reputation as a gunslinger and assumes the titular position. Mansfield plays Kate, the owner and featured attraction at the local saloon. After initial resistance, she falls for the high-falutin interloper. Tibbs gains the respect of a local tribe of American natives whose support helps him insure the peace. Wedded bliss ensues.
The main problem with the film is the lack of chemistry between the two leads. More is at ease within the confines of Walsh's relaxed japes. He certainly excels doing spit takes. However, Mansfield, saddled with a needless southern accent, never seems comfortable. She was pregnant at the time of the shooting, but I think the main factor was that she was an extremely limited performer, perhaps only at home within the cartoonish mise-en-scene of a Frank Tashlin. I even think Mamie van Doren was more talented. Nowhere is this more apparent than in the dance hall numbers, usually something to look forward to in a Raoul Walsh film. Dubbed by the late Connie Francis, Mansfield is stiff and lifeless. My eyes drifted to the backup dancers even when Mansfield was wearing an outfit in which fake fur covers and accentuates her pudenda. A birthday suit would have been less obscene.
In addition, the score by Canadian Robert Farnon is poor, mickey mousing the action with such chestnuts as Rule Britannia, How Dry I Am, and Chopin's funeral march. One favorable factor is Otto Heller's (Richard the 3rd, Peeping Tom) sparkling cinematography. I was marveling at its beauty and wondering why I hadn't seen this section of the American Southwest utilized before, when I discovered that the film's exteriors had been shot in Andalusia in Southern Spain. The Sheriff of Fractured Jaw was technically an English production, hence the presence of Mr. Heller a Czech native who had lived in Great Britain since the 1930s. Britain had passed protectionist legislation requiring that foreign film companies spend profits made in Old Blighty on productions based in England. Thus, most of the interiors of this film and the prologue featuring Robert Morley were shot in England. Unfortunately, the process shots utilizing rear projection match poorly with the footage shot in Spain.
I couldn't help feel that Walsh had very little personal investment in this project. This was a film that feels more like a production deal, comparable to The Prince and the Showgirl, than a personal project. It was originally tabbed for Clifton Webb and Marilyn Monroe. More, relatively forgotten today, was riding high with comic hits such as Genevieve and The Admirable Crichton. The lack of international success for The Sheriff of Fractured Jaw, though it was a hit in England, meant that More never broke out as a name player outside his home country. 20th Century Fox brought in more than a few ringers from the states to make the film seem more American. Old compadres of Walsh like Bruce Cabot, William Campbell, and Clancy Cooper are welcome sights. Best in show is Henry Hull whose film credits date to 1917 and who appeared in three other Walsh films. The gaseous bloviations that Hull's mayoral character emits suits the actor's theatrical air to a tee.