James Cagney’s brash, frightening presence makes The Public Enemy worth seeing. William A. Wellman keeps it brisk, the dialogue has bite, and the simple plotting matters less than it should, though Jean Harlow is a weak spot.
The Public Enemy is a forceful gangster drama with a simple story and a leading actor who makes simplicity seem sufficient. William A. Wellman recognises what he has in James Cagney and directs with a briskness that suits him. As Tom Powers, the actor makes aggression look easy, even pleasurable, without making it respectable. We recommend it, though anyone hoping for plotting as sharp as the dialogue should adjust their expectations.
James Cagney gives Tom a brash confidence that makes even an ordinary exchange feel liable to become unpleasant. We laughed at the comic exchanges, then felt uneasy about how readily we had laughed. The delivery supplies the reason: the jokes carry the same bullying certainty as the aggression, and accepting one makes the other harder to dismiss. The performance keeps that discomfort alive without asking us to search for a nicer man underneath.
William A. Wellman is good at preserving the ugliness around that charm. The brutality feels crude and objectionable, with little invitation to congratulate ourselves for enjoying it. Devereaux Jennings’s cinematography serves the performance by making its physical force easy to read; the aggression remains plainly visible, and the images need no decorative flourish to make it register. That directness suits a film whose central attraction is also its most repellent person.
Edward M. McDermott’s editing helps keep the pace brisk without squeezing out the comic byplay. At 84 minutes, the film has room for exchanges that establish temperament as well as push the story forward. Those pauses matter because sustained belligerence would become monotonous, however forcefully acted. The humour gives the dialogue some variation and makes the next unpleasantness harder to settle into as routine entertainment.
The limitations are mostly in the story credited to writers John Bright and Kubec Glasmon. Its broad strokes can make the people around Tom seem insufficiently considered, as though his strength of personality were enough to explain every relationship. The dialogue is sharper than this suggests, but individual exchanges cannot supply all the complexity the plotting lacks. We can accept a blunt gangster story; here, there are stretches when a little more complication would have given the supporting performances something firmer to work with.
Jean Harlow, playing Gwen Allen, is the clearest weakness in the cast. Her vocal delivery sounds less assured beside Mae Clarke as Kitty and Joan Blondell as Mamie, and it can make dialogue feel laboured in a film otherwise carried by verbal attack. The contrast is especially noticeable because so much depends on the actors making short exchanges count. James Cagney dominates, but the supporting cast still needs to suggest people with reasons to remain in his company.
As a gangster film, this understands the attraction of a man who behaves as though consequences are somebody else’s concern. It also understands how quickly that confidence can become exhausting for everyone around him. The storytelling is too basic to sustain every implication, but the performance gives us plenty to watch and some reason to distrust our enjoyment. See it for James Cagney, with fair warning that the rest of the film cannot always keep up.