The Next Lobotomy Room Film Club: The Flame of the Islands (1956) on 18 May 2023

 

Let’s face it: spring 2023 has been a grey, dismal bust so far! To remedy that, this month’s Lobotomy Room cinema club whisks you away to torrid tropical climes with a presentation of Flame of the Islands (1956) - the irresistible acme of juicy, pulpy and garish fifties b-movie melodramas via poverty row studio Republic Pictures, shot on location in the Bahamas, filmed in scorching Trucolour and starring tough, sensual and glamorous atomic-era brunette sex goddess Yvonne De Carlo! Yes – that Yvonne De Carlo, television’s Lily Munster, in what I’d argue is her best screen role (and, yes, I am including her performance as Moses’ wife in Biblical epic The Ten Commandments (1956)). 

Flame shares the same premise as many another fun campy film: a brassy good-time girl (usually some variation of “nightclub singer”) rocks-up in some exotic locale and her mere presence - and disruptive sexuality - can’t help but wreak havoc. Think of Marlene Dietrich in Seven Sinners (1940), Rita Hayworth in Miss Sadie Thompson (1953) or Jane Russell vehicles like His Kind of Woman (1951), Macao (1952) or The Revolt of Mamie Stover (1956). De Carlo gets to sing (she has two kitschy calypso musical numbers, one of which is entitled “Bahama Mama”), conceal a painful secret, fight-off unwanted romantic overtures from multiple men and pursue the man she really loves, complete with spectacular wardrobe changes (including a fluffy angora sweater that Ed Wood Jr himself would covet). So, won’t you join us for “the hottest thing in the tropics” on Thursday 18 May? 

Lobotomy Room Goes to the Movies is the FREE monthly film club devoted to cinematic perversity! Third Thursday night of every month downstairs at Fontaine’s bar in Dalston! Two drink minimum (inquire about the special offer £6 cocktail menu!). Numbers are limited, so reserving in advance via Fontaine’s website is essential. Alternatively, phone 07718000546 or email bookings@fontaines.bar to avoid disappointment! The film starts at 8:30 pm. Doors to the basement Bamboo Lounge open at 8:00 pm. To ensure everyone is seated and cocktails are ordered on time, please arrive by 8:15 pm at the latest. For more info, see the Facebook event page. 

/ Seriously, you will want to see Zachary Scott wearing this outfit! /

Reflections on ... Flame of the Islands (1956)

Flame of the Islands (1956) shares the same basic premise as many another fun kitschy film: a brassy libidinous good-time girl (usually some variation of “nightclub singer”, which is Old Hollywood shorthand for “scarlet woman”) rocks-up in some torrid exotic locale and her mere presence - and disruptive sexuality - can’t help but wreak havoc. Think of Marlene Dietrich in Seven Sinners (1940), Rita Hayworth in Miss Sadie Thompson (1953) or any number of Jane Russell vehicles like His Kind of Woman (1951), Macao (1952) or The Revolt of Mamie Stover (1956).

In fact, it’s easy to picture Russell in the lead role in Flame of the Islands, a lurid 1956 melodrama via poverty row Republic Pictures. (Synopsis: "An ambitious, sultry cabaret singer invests in an upmarket club in the Bahamas and tries to rekindle an old romance"). But I’m glad the part went to that other sublime atomic-era brunette sex goddess Yvonne DeCarlo (the future Lily Munster), who had comparatively fewer opportunities to shine than Russell. Flame certainly makes for a persuasive showcase for DeCarlo’s allure. She’s a tough, sensual and glamorous presence as hard-boiled heroine Rosalind Dee. DeCarlo gets to sing (she has two high-camp calypso musical numbers, one of which is entitled “Bahama Mama”), emote (including a convincing drunk scene), carry the burden of a painful secret in her past (she has multiple identities: Rosalind Dee is really Linda Darcy!), fight-off unwanted romantic overtures from multiple men (seen today, these look alarmingly like sexual harassment) and tenaciously pursue the man she really loves, complete with spectacular wardrobe changes (watch for a fluffy white angora sweater that Ed Wood Jr would covet). 

/ French language poster for Flame of the Islands (1956) /

/ Zachary Scott and Yvonne DeCarlo in Flame of the Islands (1956). Photo via /

And Flame is filmed in Republic Studio’s signature glorious Trucolour process, the poor man's Technicolour. (If you’ve seen Nicholas Ray’s perverse and operatic 1954 Western Johnny Guitar, you’re au fait with the wonders of Trucolour). The better-than-life colours (like the blue of a swimming pool, DeCarlo’s ice-pink dress) really sizzle. In fact, for a relatively low-budget film, Flame is a gorgeous viewing experience. Because the action is set in the Bahamas there are lots of heavenly bamboo Tiki moderne-style interiors (DeCarlo's minimalist bungalow is all rattan furniture, tropical prints, sprays of gladioli and a jungle of cheese plants). And some of the action takes place over Christmas, so you get to see what tropical Tiki mid-century Christmas decor is like. (Watch for the silver aluminum tree). Even though the main characters seemingly spend a hell of a lot of time in front of "green screens" (and when they get in a car, it's rear projection a-go go), Flame was definitely filmed on location in Bahamas, which makes for a sun-kissed  and idyllic backdrop.

/ Photos via /

It must be noted: Flame is a product of its era. For a film set in the Bahamas, it’s entirely apathetic about the actual Bahamian populace, who are confined to the margins in servile roles - usually carrying a tray of cocktails - throughout. I cringed when DeCarlo’s housekeeper (filmed from behind) warns her about the dangers of voodoo. The only time we see black faces in close-up is when a group of adorable little black boys sing “Yes Jesus Loves Me” at a church service on the beach. And of course, when DeCarlo warbles her calypso numbers she adopts faux-Jamaican patois - cultural appropriation alert!

/ Rosalind scandalizes the snobby local blue bloods by bustin' out a raunchy musical performance at the Christmas cocktail party! / 

/ Above: Yvonne DeCarlo and Howard Duff in Flame of the Islands /

Howard Duff is pallid as Doug Duryea, the rich boy from an entitled old money background who broke DeCarlo’s heart years before years - and who she yearns to reunite with. The reliably intense character actress Barbara O'Neil (aka Scarlett O’Hara’s mother in Gone with the Wind) wrings maximum drama from every second she’s onscreen as Duff’s heart attack-prone, needy and neurotic socialite mother Charmaine. Of course, Charmaine is mortified that her son is entangled with a disreputable nightclub chanteuse with a scandalous past. There are delicious incidences where her hoity toity high society matron friends give DeCarlo horrified, disapproving “well I never!” glares. 

/ You might remember scene stealer par excellence Barbara O'Neil from supporting roles (usually as brittle, bitchy mothers) in films like All This and Heaven Too (1940) and Angel Face (1952) / 

Lanky James Arness is ruggedly handsome as Reverend Kelly Rand (those broad shoulders! Those tousled blond curls! That lantern jaw!). The scene where Kelly takes DeCarlo marlin fishing on his boat - with blatantly fake and mismatched use of stock footage - is one of Flame’s kitsch highlights. Best of all, that consummate lounge lizard and mustache role model Zachary Scott plays Wade Evans, DeCarlo’s gay best friend who tags along for the adventure. At least, that’s how Wade comes across in Scott’s campily indolent performance. Watch for Scott’s sartorial zenith in one sequence where he lounges in a red-and-white striped Breton shirt with pink trousers. Fiercely chic! With its jolting lurches in tone and unexpected narrative twists (there's an entire confusing organized crime subplot I haven't even touched on), Flame of the Islands represents the irresistible acme of juicy, pulpy and garish fifties b-movie melodramas. It hypnotized me into a trance of pleasure! 

/ A flaming Zachary Scott lounging in Flame of the Islands (1956). Photo via /

Watch Flame of the Islands here! But remember ...




... it's not suitable for children!