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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimRAU20qRuGZwutS5FuY9g4kA_SquIIeT6uIBcZcONQInSblh9FI5JLppIBwuBx25Dk59_IjHzyFSEEYSQOVidjaIP-aY1Sxu3rIzwvdxLBhkNEXLrKYxrs91RFSasSmS7EnPjeONQHvg/s1600/Guy+Budziak+woodcut_opt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimRAU20qRuGZwutS5FuY9g4kA_SquIIeT6uIBcZcONQInSblh9FI5JLppIBwuBx25Dk59_IjHzyFSEEYSQOVidjaIP-aY1Sxu3rIzwvdxLBhkNEXLrKYxrs91RFSasSmS7EnPjeONQHvg/s1600/Guy+Budziak+woodcut_opt.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Woodcut print by <a href="http://www.filmnoirwoodcuts.com/index.html">Guy Budziak</a></td></tr></tbody></table>Coney Island's first so-called "freak show" opened in 1880, but the heyday of its sideshow attractions began nearly 25 years later when Samuel W. Gumpertz opened "Lilliputia" at Dreamland, one of the site's three major amusement parks. Wildly popular with tourists, "Lilliputia" was a miniature city scaled to accommodate its 300 midget and dwarf residents. When Dreamland burned in 1911, Gumpertz built the Dreamland Circus Sideshow and traveled the world constantly seeking "freaks" (usually those with congenital anomalies) and people from exotic lands (Filipino blowgun shooters, actual "wild men" from Borneo, Ubangi women with plated lips) for his shows. In no time Gumpertz would have competition from The World Circus Freak Show, Wonderland Circus Sideshow and other copy-cat venues large and small. <a name='more'></a> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHrjXMQxO0M92HdGVUcl-yJv5upb4M5TO8BkFwJmmzG4mClO9xLDC6hqQUIsVjGjtIOoxf2wxDUfa5AMFEM2YsU1vSADWwrKZqFvDTlWKw6oMYEj9NNkdMU4u2_KYtvJegGjFzUK5DTs/s1600/geek+show_opt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHrjXMQxO0M92HdGVUcl-yJv5upb4M5TO8BkFwJmmzG4mClO9xLDC6hqQUIsVjGjtIOoxf2wxDUfa5AMFEM2YsU1vSADWwrKZqFvDTlWKw6oMYEj9NNkdMU4u2_KYtvJegGjFzUK5DTs/s320/geek+show_opt.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geek show, Nightmare Alley</td></tr></tbody></table>During Coney Island's peak, its bizarre sideshow attractions drew great crowds. Naturally, young people were especially awed by the incredible "human oddities" on display. One boy, whose family had recently moved to Brooklyn, became enthralled with these freak attractions. He haunted the sideshows and reportedly held a job on the midway for a while. His name was William Lindsay Gresham and he was born in Baltimore in 1909. His family had moved from Baltimore to Massachusetts in 1916 before coming to New York and, for most of his life, Gresham would live in New York. He worked as a reporter after high school and for a time made a living in Greenwich Village as a folk singer. In the late '30s he served in the Spanish Civil War, fighting the good fight against Franco. While in Spain he met a fellow American who regaled him with memories of life on the carnival circuit. It was through this man, 'Doc' Halliday, that William Lindsay Gresham learned all about 'carny culture' and first heard of the sideshow act known as 'the geek.' Halliday's description of this creature, a man who crawled around in filth and bit the heads from live chickens and snakes for booze money, revolted and intrigued Gresham. He could not get the image out of his head and later said, "to get rid of it, I had to write it out."   <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8cdvLuQufjLrZ7AigJMCjmCoM-vYUt54ub2hO305PONMNwcjZfUvLXzQk12sJ1pdpKiCdAjQfeLtNvfNFcWR8yKKtPQAAlAdsLHW1R8Qu84W9EmHR_i46IBXfoOT1Qjzl40BqbleEDeI/s1600/William-Lindsay-Gresham.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8cdvLuQufjLrZ7AigJMCjmCoM-vYUt54ub2hO305PONMNwcjZfUvLXzQk12sJ1pdpKiCdAjQfeLtNvfNFcWR8yKKtPQAAlAdsLHW1R8Qu84W9EmHR_i46IBXfoOT1Qjzl40BqbleEDeI/s1600/William-Lindsay-Gresham.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">William Lindsay Gresham</td></tr></tbody></table>After he returned to the states, Gresham found employment editing and contributing to pulp magazines. With a steady income providing some financial stability, he was able to begin work on his first novel. Nightmare Alley appeared in 1946. The novel was a soul blistering tour of third-rate Depression-era carnival life and the "spook racket." 'Protagonist' Stan Carlisle is a handsome young man in a low-level carny job who is driven at first by lust and then by the burning ambition to make it big. Coolly conning nearly everyone who crosses his path, Stan makes his way up, up, up as a bogus clairvoyant and on to the heights as a religious charlatan. But he meets his match in a high-end grifter even more cold-blooded than he is. Stan's fall is fast and far and horrific. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBcFfz_0RRp-7w6SM85JyjhysPgyYMhCmFxlCS7SBXMVbGrUtM0uW8hVUu8A2fXEjT4Q5V7ioTA116Zs7lBhE8z_9qB0ofgedizRhCsz9V6SIwCKgLoCUPgDEZlcX3mdBFFX9zAY-Vv9Q/s1600/hanged+man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBcFfz_0RRp-7w6SM85JyjhysPgyYMhCmFxlCS7SBXMVbGrUtM0uW8hVUu8A2fXEjT4Q5V7ioTA116Zs7lBhE8z_9qB0ofgedizRhCsz9V6SIwCKgLoCUPgDEZlcX3mdBFFX9zAY-Vv9Q/s200/hanged+man.jpg" width="116" /></a></div>Author Gresham, a tormented man in search of peace of mind, had, by the time he was writing Nightmare Alley, already dabbled in Marxism and psychoanalysis and was now studying the Tarot (each chapter of the book is named for a Major Arcana card). He would go on to delve into and abandon Christianity, Zen Buddhism and Alcoholics Anonymous. None of these pursuits would alleviate his struggle with personal demons. The expanse of Gresham's own sense of desperation was revealed in his all-too-real depiction of human despair in Nightmare Alley; later in life he would claim in a letter, "Stan is the author." Nightmare Alley was a success and the film rights were quickly snapped up by Tyrone Power, who'd read the book and saw in Stan Carlisle the role of a lifetime. He pressed his boss, 20th Century Fox head Darryl F. Zanuck, to produce the adaptation and allow him to star. The film Power badgered Zanuck to make would be directed by <a href="http://www.silentsaregolden.com/articles/edmundgouldingarticle.html">Edmund </a><a href="http://www.silentsaregolden.com/articles/edmundgouldingarticle.html">Goulding</a> and co-star Joan Blondell, <a href="http://www.briansdriveintheater.com/helenwalker.html">Helen Wal</a><a href="http://www.briansdriveintheater.com/helenwalker.html">ker </a>and Coleen Gray. It was released in 1947. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0sYVyT6WueaxQ4xHVr9cdzcosND5cnXhclP6RPZszyDOoZ9Iw-OwpAIPfUyE6YzwpgmqhX-VNiBIL91d7ODEFtkLkIXi39QAM1kGidQ8c2Fgs6Eb-dc1W86xntooCcZs8bV-srgE401U/s1600/ty+power+make+up+test_opt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0sYVyT6WueaxQ4xHVr9cdzcosND5cnXhclP6RPZszyDOoZ9Iw-OwpAIPfUyE6YzwpgmqhX-VNiBIL91d7ODEFtkLkIXi39QAM1kGidQ8c2Fgs6Eb-dc1W86xntooCcZs8bV-srgE401U/s320/ty+power+make+up+test_opt.jpg" width="270" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tyrone Power makeup test for Nightmare Alley</td></tr></tbody></table> If William Lindsay Gresham was a troubled misfit, Tyrone Power would seem his very opposite. Born into a legendary theatrical family and graced with good looks, onscreen charisma and talent, Power was a movie star by age 22 - a decade or more younger than most leading men of the late '30s. But, as the years passed, Power became frustrated with the too-often shallow roles Fox offered him and had begun to have misgivings about his career. He told a girlfriend, "Someday I'll show the @!&%!*s who say I was a success just because of my pretty face..." and famously commented on charismatic appeal, "The secret of charm is bullshit." By the time Nightmare Alley came along, Tyrone Power was ready to play Stan Carlisle. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQwpD5-X2_cgE5ZAp9bYaGzTA9S7CeqEepWuNLKE7RMxKU_ZHFSUu3fQU0VNBBwNLRDKAGzyy9okpf-bZ6wimWhbSTdvkxKKPYRQ0-kY2L5T1-Qhu7q4GiqzNJT6TPBgZ-4Eu3mA_574/s1600/helen+walker_opt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQwpD5-X2_cgE5ZAp9bYaGzTA9S7CeqEepWuNLKE7RMxKU_ZHFSUu3fQU0VNBBwNLRDKAGzyy9okpf-bZ6wimWhbSTdvkxKKPYRQ0-kY2L5T1-Qhu7q4GiqzNJT6TPBgZ-4Eu3mA_574/s200/helen+walker_opt.jpg" width="183" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Helen Walker as Dr. Lilith Ritter</td></tr></tbody></table>A 1947 film adaptation of Nightmare Alley could never have been entirely faithful to the novel - the book was just too raw, sexual and disturbing. So the story was streamlined and cleaned up. Noir veteran <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0299154/">Jules Furthman</a>'s screenplay could only imply or allude to what was far more perverse and explicit in the novel. Furthman did manage to incorporate a good dose of Gresham's rich and authentic huckster jargon into the script and Goulding evokes, as much as he was allowed, the novel's underlying savagery. An A-budget noir, Nightmare Alley's ink-black look came courtesy of <a href="http://www.cinematographers.nl/GreatDoPh/garmes.htm">Lee Garmes</a>, one of the developers of "Rembrandt lighting," with art direction by <a href="http://eves-reel-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/lyle-wheeler-setting-scene.html">Lyle Wheeler</a>, effects by Fred Sersen and makeup by Ben Nye. Joan Blondell is a natural cast as blowzy, pillowy Zeena, the mentalist, and Helen Walker as Dr. Lilith Ritter is razor-blade deadly. But it is Tyrone Power's portrayal of Stan Carlisle that is the eye-opener. Power's Stan evolves from opportunistic naif to oily hustler, slick headliner, relentless schemer, jumpy man-on-the-run and, finally, vulnerable rum-dum. The transformation is shattering. It's no secret that Darryl Zanuck disliked Nightmare Alley. Power was his box office bonanza of a leading man and Zanuck hadn't wanted to risk casting him in so dark a film. But was it a risk? The post-war era brought stars like Joan Crawford (Mildred Pierce), Ray Milland (The Lost Weekend), Lana Turner (The Postman Always Rings Twice), Ronald Coleman (A Double Life) and others new success - and sometimes an Oscar - for less than sympathetic character portrayals in downbeat films. On release, Nightmare Alley received mixed reviews (a New York Times reviewer complained, "this film traverses distasteful dramatic ground") but Power's performance was widely acclaimed. That was not enough to reassure an already nervous studio and the film's run in theaters was brief. It was a commercial failure. <div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GNOx4U49Rj4" width="420"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Pete (Ian Keith) reads Stan (Tyrone Power)</div> Zanuck's reluctance to back Nightmare Alley is often blamed for its failure. But his caution makes sense given the times and his understanding of Tyrone Power's place in movie goers' hearts. Audiences could handle the handsome star as a skirt-chasing carnival Lothario sporting a cocky attitude and a tight tee-shirt. But once Stan's seamy nature begins to creep to the surface - a wad of chewing gum always in his cheek, a cigarette behind his ear, a spiel ever on his lips - the audience might start to get jittery. When he slips a bottle of hooch to Pete (Ian Keith), a carny alcoholic who is an obstacle to his dreams, there's no denying Stan's ruthlessness. It becomes clear soon enough that Stan is a nastier more cynical sort than Dion O'Leary, a romanticized Jesse James or Clive Briggs. By film's end, when an unhinged Stan runs through the midway, wild-eyed and vacant, swinging a club at anyone who comes near, Power's multitude of fans might well have stared in disbelief. How could Tyrone Power (Zorro, that Yank who joined the RAF, Jamie Waring!?!) possibly be the pathetic, disfigured wretch on the screen? They may not have realized or cared that they had just witnessed the performance of his career. Darryl Zanuck must have breathed a deep sigh of relief when Captain from Castile, a Technicolor swashbuckler Power finished just before Nightmare Alley, was released a few months later to blockbuster business. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5OYkMOWLbkP_X4FBhQ3Y_lX3x8ac3HRu6wxm6RJlKDu4s2dioPJWJVZ92VOyp80DBatF9jNLwDmtJVUMdRz6QnCOnE5oLn2QQjN-xLQrvbYeSkeK1x05OqHhPXwg8HvRBsIeJZF53z0/s1600/Ty+as+Stan+climax_opt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5OYkMOWLbkP_X4FBhQ3Y_lX3x8ac3HRu6wxm6RJlKDu4s2dioPJWJVZ92VOyp80DBatF9jNLwDmtJVUMdRz6QnCOnE5oLn2QQjN-xLQrvbYeSkeK1x05OqHhPXwg8HvRBsIeJZF53z0/s320/Ty+as+Stan+climax_opt.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tyrone Power as Stan Carlisle</td></tr></tbody></table>The publication and reception of Nightmare Alley was the one great success of William Lindsay Gresham's career. His second and final novel was a commercial flop. He went back to writing for pulp magazines and published only three more books, all non-fiction. With his health failing and low on cash, Gresham took his own life in a cheap New York hotel in September 1962. He is best remembered by some as a footnote in the life of C.S. Lewis; Gresham's second wife, Joy Davidman, married Lewis after her split from Gresham. Shadowlands, a TV movie, play and film, was based on the Lewis/Davidman relationship.  Others place Gresham in the pantheon of writers like Nathaniel West, James M. Cain and Jim Thompson. Nightmare Alley's reputation has grown steadily through the years and in 2010 New York Review Books published a new, uncensored edition. This publication boasts an introduction by Nick Tosches, who is at work on a Gresham biography. The NYRB edition of Nightmare Alley was hailed by critics; reviews were filled with glowing adjectives - and one constant noun: masterpiece. <a href="http://eves-reel-life.blogspot.com/2012/08/remembering-tyrone-power.html">Tyrone Power</a> would never have another film role quite equal to Stan Carlisle, but his last onscreen performance, in Billy Wilder's Witness for the Prosecution (1957), was as a character not unlike Stan. Once more he received critical praise, something he'd nearly given up on ("They still don't take me seriously," he complained a year or so earlier). Power had spent the intervening years making movies of varying quality, working successfully in the theater, traveling the world - and going through a succession of women and a lot of money. His death at age 44 occurred in Spain where he was filming Solomon and Sheba. Perhaps fate thought it better to spare him that biblical swashbuckler. Of all the films he made, Nightmare Alley would remain Power's favorite, the one he screened at home for friends. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJsxtGCDBz0627bqw6X5FWIQ6m3d01vl6JqXnTJO1mBtFifS1dFpevn-WiS01-QDHIusNjHPA8cNGWx4TslR2R58F5hgwhWqHBTWGYhS6gv040mU7IylaVgW3txB-8KNyMx4cr_sari3M/s1600/nightmare_alley+dvd_opt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJsxtGCDBz0627bqw6X5FWIQ6m3d01vl6JqXnTJO1mBtFifS1dFpevn-WiS01-QDHIusNjHPA8cNGWx4TslR2R58F5hgwhWqHBTWGYhS6gv040mU7IylaVgW3txB-8KNyMx4cr_sari3M/s320/nightmare_alley+dvd_opt.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> Nightmare Alley developed a cult following that continued to grow over the decades. Because of legal wrangling between the estate of its producer, George Jessel, and 20th Century Fox, it was kept out of the home video market for years. Finally released on DVD in 2005, the film was greeted with a new wave of enthusiasm from critics, film buffs and film noir fans. Once overlooked and undervalued, Nightmare Alley is now considered a noir classic, one of the bleakest films in a bleak genre, singular for its carny setting and absence of thugs-with-guns and outright murder. This piece is my contribution to the Classic Movie Blog Association's Fabulous Films of the 1940s Blogathon. <a href="http://clamba.blogspot.com/2013/01/fabulous-films-of-1940s-blogathon.html">Click here</a> for links to all participating blogs. Notes: Nightmare Alley by William Lindsay Gresham, Introduction by Nick Tosches, New York Review Books (2010) Noir Fiction: Dark Highways by Paul Duncan, Oldcastle Books (2000) Dark City: The Lost World of Film Noir by Eddie Muller, St. Martin's Press (1998) All Those Tomorrows by Mai Zetterling, Grove Press (1985) The Films of Tyrone Power by Dennis Belafonte with Alvin H. 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Woodcut print by Guy Budziak Coney Island's first so-called "freak show" opened in 1880, but the heyday of its sideshow attrac...