Movies I've Missed Until Now: Each Dawn I Die (1939)

I was never a big fan of James Cagney’s movies when I was a kid, which means that even though a lot of them were shown on TV, I never watched all that many. That actually worked out okay, because now that I am a fan of his movies, there are still quite a few of them I’ve never seen until now, such as 1939’s EACH DAWN I DIE.

In this one, Cagney plays a crusading newspaper reporter who has evidence that the district attorney and his assistant are crooked. So the DA frames him for manslaughter on a drunken driving rap and gets him sent to prison for 20 years. That, of course, discredits all the allegations against the corrupt politicians.

Once he’s in the big house, Cagney befriends a charming gangster played by George Raft. I was never a big George Raft fan, either, but now I like his work quite a bit. A lot of your typical prison stuff happens—clashes with the screws and fellow cons, guys getting shivved, our protagonists being thrown in the Hole, things like that—before Raft manages to escape with a promise to clear Cagney’s name once he’s on the outside. But things don’t quite play out the way you’d expect . . . until they do.

EACH DAWN I DIE, directed by William Keighly (who directed several good Cagney films) and based on a novel by Jerome Odlum, is a thoroughly entertaining movie, an old-fashioned prison picture that hits all the usual beats but hits them very skillfully. Cagney and Raft both turn in excellent performances, and the supporting cast features just about every tough he-man supporting actor from the Thirties except Ward Bond and George Tobias, plus weaselly Victor Jory as one of the bad guys. George Bancroft is especially good as the tough but sympathetic warden. The violence of the prison riot at the end is pretty graphic for the time and very effective. Some of the plot twists are a little far-fetched, maybe, but they still work and really grab the viewer.

I had a great time watching this movie. It reminded me of all the afternoons I spent sitting on the floor in front of the TV watching old movies on the local stations. I might not want to go back to those days, but I sure don’t mind revisiting them now and then. And if you’re a Cagney and/or Raft fan and haven’t seen EACH DAWN I DIE, I give it a high recommendation.