Pardon My Past

While Fred MacMurray had always held warm feelings for the hometown where he had always been a star, regardless of his Hollywood career, he used Pardon My Past to deliver his most direct tribute to the small Wisconsin community of Beaver Dam.

During MacMurray's childhood, Beaver Dam was relatively isolated at the center point between Milwaukee, Madison, and Green Bay. Before the advent of the freeway, none of these cities were any less than a day's travel one-way. So, the budding star had to make due with his limited audience, and never disappointed his hometown.

Pardon My Past was the only movie MacMurray ever produced himself. It is the story of two GIs coming back to America after World War II, heading to Beaver Dam to start a mink farm. The city is made reference to no fewer than eight times, or once every eleven minutes, in the movie.

Fred never forgot his roots, he never grew too far away from his home. He adored the friends he made and he loved the city of Beaver Dam up until the day of his death in 1991. He was truly a rarity from any era of Hollywood, and, speaking as a fellow graduate of Beaver Dam High School, we are proud to have called him our own.

Despite the best intentions of all concerned, "Pardon My Past" emerges as a tired and tiresome comedy of errors with every player trying to make up for the lack of wit in the dialogue and absence of comic inventiveness in the plot by overplaying his or her part to the hilt. True, Dewey Robinson's bungling detective does manage to bring a touch of genuine humor to the proceedings; and even overly repetitious dialogue cannot completely take the edge off Tamiroff's smooth portrayal. There's also no doubt that Miss Chapman makes an attractive heroine. But gross overacting by most of the other players overwhelms the viewer. Unimaginative direction doesn't help. Although MacMurray has a dual role, there are no special effects, except in the one mildly effervescent shot in the entire film: The camera, tracking with MacMurray and Demarest as they flee across the lawn, picks up a cab which it follows back to the house where it closes in on MacMurray emerging. A rather neat trick certainly, and it's all delivered in the one shot without a cut. Metty's photography is consistently glossy, but other credits are undistinguished. Production values are no more than fair. Most of the action takes place in the one set. Dimitri Tiomkin composed and conducted the music score. Make-up was supervised by Otis Malcolm. The production manager was Scotty Rankin. Otho Lovering is credited as supervising film editor. (This means that he was present on the set and advised the director on camera set-ups).

I can take Fred MacMurray or leave him, and I 'd usually prefer the latter, but you have to admit he is not pushy and definitely ignorable. In this amusing mistaken-identity farce, he is far less assertive than William Demarest (but, then, everybody is), and the lovely Rita Johnson and Marguerite Chapman have more warmth and sex appeal. Harry Davenport, that angel in human shape, is far more peppery than usual, but still utterly endearing as the perpetually outraged grandpa.

Another excellent performer is Akim Tamiroff, showing that he can parody silken menace as well as he can play it straight, which is very good indeed. His gangster is a bibliophile, which is an original touch--between threats of violence he caresses lovingly, not a kitten but a rare edition of Shakespeare.

With a better script than is usual for this sort of caper, it's a very pleasant little film, one's only qualm being that, these days, Fred would be the villain of the piece---his occupation? Fur farmer.

Eddie York (Fred MacMurray) and his buddy Chuck (William Demarest) fresh from the service want nothing else from life but to open a mink ranch with the dough they've saved up while doing their service. Problems pop up almost instantly when they get out, Eddie is strong armed out of his dough by a tough who says he welshed on a gambling debt that he knows nothing about.

Turns out Eddie is a dead ringer for another guy who it turns out has a lot of money, a bad reputation, a complicated home life and has apparently skipped town. So starts a merry chase for both an explanation and their money.

Charming little comedy with Fred most appealing in a dual role backed up by a dream cast of some of the best character actors working at the time. Catch this under-known gem when you get the chance, you won't be sorry.

In his only time in this particular role Fred MacMurray doubled as producer as well as well as star Pardon My Past. He also plays dual roles in the film in one of those mistaken identity films.

MacMurray and William Demarest fresh out of the service just want to get some new clothes and head off to Beaver Dam, Wisconsin to start a mink farm. But a couple of strong arm guys grab them both and hustle them off to Akim Tamiroff who says MacMurray owes him $12,000.00 and calls him by a different name.

When they go to look up this doppleganger at the address they discovered, they also discover MacMurrray is a rich and spoiled playboy who's been living in Mexico. He has an estranged wife Rita Johnson and a daughter Karolyn Grimes. There's money there, but it's controlled by an avaricious uncle Douglass Dumbrille. When playboy MacMurray also shows up it gets interesting.

Pardon My Past is funny in spots, but the parts are greater than the whole itself. MacMurray disliked the role of producer and never did it again. According to Charles Tranberg's biography of him, MacMurray would henceforth pick up his paycheck say his lines and leave the rest to other hands.

Not one of Fred's best films, but decent enough.