
Prohibition
Summary
A temperance fever-dream etched in nitrate, Hal Reid’s <em>Prohibition</em> unspools like a cathedral window smashed by a whiskey bottle: shards of moral panic, stained-glass piety, and the metallic tang of cheap gin glinting in the flicker. Edward Nannery’s Reverend Silas Grey—half-fundamentalist, half-urban guerrilla—preaches hellfire from a barstool while his own niece, Virginia Westbrook’s fragile Lily, is lured into a labyrinth of speakeasies where jazz notes drip like absinthe on velvet. Mae Georgine’s flapper-cum-Mephistopheles, torch-singing “The Devil’s Brew,” becomes the siren whose crimson smile drowns men faster than the East River. Charles Trowbridge’s brew-barons, silk-hatted titans of malt and molasses, bankroll a citywide delirium tremens, their coffers swelling as mothers pawn wedding rings for one more shot. Della Trado’s sweatshop seamstress threads shrouds between shifts; David Wall’s newsboy hawks headlines of murder-suicides inked in bootleg liquor. The film’s spine is a chiaroscuro odyssey: from a candle-lit mission where tambourines compete with Tommy-guns, to a subterranean champagne-crypt where revelers in papier-mâché masks of presidents guzzle contraband bubbly, to a frozen waterfront where redemption arrives not as angelic choir but as the blunt thud of an axe-handle on a barrel of rum. In the final reel, the screen itself seems to sweat ether: a montage of collapsing drunkards superimposed over a nation voting dry, the celluloid sprockets rattling like empty bottles in a blind tiger at dawn.
Synopsis
A film written in a convincing manner, driving home the evils of drink that will appeal to the liberal thinker and the abstainer.
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